Here is the spring where waters flow,

To quench our heat of sin;

Here is the tree where truth doth grow

To lead our lives therein;

Here is the judge that stints [43] the strife

When men's devises fail:

Here is the bread that feeds the life

Which death cannot assail.

The tidings of salvation dear

Comes to our ears from hence;

The fortress of our faith is here;

The shield of our defence.

Then be not like the hog that hath

A pearl at his desire,

And takes more pleasure in the trough

And wallowing in the mire.

Read not this book in any case

But with a single eye:

Read not, but first desire GOD's grace,

To understand thereby.

Pray still in faith with this respect

To fructify therein;

That knowledge may bring this effect,

To mortify thy sin.

Then happy thou in all thy life,

Whatso to thee befalls;

Yea, doubly happy shalt thou be

When GOD by death thee calls.

[43] stints, stays