The Exellency of peace of Conscience

My Conscience is become my Friend, And chearfully doth speake to me, And I unto his motions bend, Althoug that I reproached be; I matter not who doth revile, Since Conscience in my face doth smile. My Conscience now doth give me rest, My burthen's gone, my Soul is free; Again I would not be oprest In the old bands of miserie, For Kingdoms nor for Crowns of Gold, Nor any thing that can be told. My Conscience doth with precious food, Feed my poor Soul continually; Its dainties also are so good, All sinful sweets do I defy: This Banquit's lasting, 'twill supply My wants, and feed me till I die. My Conscience doth me chearful make, When I am much possest with grief; And when I suffer for its sake, 'Twill yield me joy and sweet relief: Though troubles rise, and much increase, I in my Conscience shall have peace. When others to the Mountains fly, And sore amaz'd do trembling stand; A place of shelter then have I, And Conscience will lend me its hand To lock me in the Chamber fast, Till the Indignation's over-past. At Death, and in Judgment Day What would men give for such a Friend? All those which do him disobey, They'll it repent i'th' end; When such are forc'd to howl and cry, My Soul shall sing continually.