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[Psalmes or prayers] [taken out of Holy Scripture].
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Fisher, John, Saint, 1469-1535.
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to thée and I shalbe tourned for thou arte my maker I am the claye and worke of thy handes Turne not thy face awaie from me nor goe not from thy seruaunt in thine anger Be my helper and forsake me not despise me not O lorde whiche art my GOD and my healthe Amen The second Psalme for remission of synnes O Moste mightie God of Aungels and of men whose iudgemeÌ„tes bée vnsearchable whose wisedome is profounde and depe Heare the praiers of thy seruaunt and cast not awaie the huÌ„ble sutes of thy poore creature and handie worke For as long as I shal liue I will speake vnto thee and I will not hold my peace so long as the breathe is in my bodie I doe tourne my soule vnto thee and I set myne eyes directly vpon thee Let thyne anger bée tourned awaie from me I besech thee and graunt that I maie finde grace and fauoure in thy sight Accordyng to thy greatenesse of the merrie forgiue me all my synnes Plucke me awaie from myne heinous offences and heale my soule whiche hath offended thee make me free from the guilte of my transgression for I acknowledge my iniquitie and am sorie for my synnes I haue forsaken thy waie and I knowyng thy commaundementes haue dooen all thinges coÌ„trary to them I haue broken the couenauÌ„t that I made with thee and haue despised to keepe thy lawe Uerely I haue synned against thee O lorde God and the blemishe of my synneâ— bideth still with me euen vnto this daie I haue forsaken thee O God my maker and gone awaie from thee my sauiour and haue rebelled againste thee like the Ore that winceth and striueth when he 〈◊〉 â—o yoked I haue hâ—â—denâ—d my harte againste thee and I haue lifted vp my necke proudly after 〈◊〉 â— haue trusted in â—yes and through deâ—eipte would not knowledge thee but I haue folowed the lâ—udnesse of my harte My 〈◊〉 and arrogancie haue begiled me and the fooliâ—â— boldnesse of my harte hath broughte me into desolate waies Myne own counsailes and aduises haue wroughte me these thynges Suche is the malice and rebellioÌ„ that possesseth the hartes of men My soule is â—ut froÌ„ quietnesse and reste â–ª and I cannot thinke of any good thyng The yoke of my synnes is waxed verie heauie it is lifted vp and fastened aboute my necke Thou hast spoken to me but I would not heare thou haste called me but I would not aunswere I beleued not thy wordes nor would abide thy counsaile I regarded not thy holie woorde and I gaue not my mynde to thy saiynges Thou hast striken me but I would not know the cause thereof thou haste corrected me but I would not take thy discipline I did not consider in my hart that thou wouldest not forget my sinne and malice With my mouth and my lippes I glorified thee but my harte was farre froÌ„ thee I hid my synne as Adam did to the intent to haue my iniquitie vnknowen I asked counsaile of thy mouthe and I would not folowe thy lawe I haue sinned before thine eyes â–ª and therefore my soule is made vnstable I forseke thee whiche art the fountaine of continuall springyng waters to the intent to bigge to my self muddie pittes whiche haue no water In all these thinges I am not retourned to thee nor I haue not praied vnto thee that I might leaue my wicked waies Se lorde and behold how vile I am made al the beautie of my soule is perished and gone In so muche that now I dare not in any wise beholde and looke vpon thee And there was no cause why I should forsake thee vainly folowe vaine thinges Lorde haue mercie vpon me and hear my praiers for thou arte my God and there is no sauiour besides thee Tourne awaie from me thy heauie displeasure and destroye me not for my synnes of my youth I humbly beseche thee O Lorde forgiue me forgiue me for thy excedyng mercy O Lorde God of hostes if thou bée determined to saue who can lette or resiste If thou stretche out thy hande who shall turne thee awaie Thou maiest doe to me as the potter doeth to his potte for behold I am in thy haÌ„de as the claye is in his Amende me O lorde but in mercy not in thine anger leaste thou vtterly consume me make me to vnderstand and knowe how hurtful and deadly a thyng it is to forsake thee my Lorde GOD and to caste awaie from me the feare of thee There is no man that can heale me nor cure my plage no man can deliuer me â—ut thou O lorde whiche woundest makest whole whiche strikeste and healest againe My destruction cometh of my self my helpe and saluation standeth onely in thee For none is like vnto thee thou art mightie and greate is the name of thy strength Turne me to thée o lorde and I shall bee tourned take awaie from me this synfull harte that thy lawe maye bryng for the fruite in me Remember me Lorde for thy goodnes sake and for the great loue that thou bearest towardes me O lorde God behold thou hast made bothe heauen and yearth by thy greate might and nothing is harde to thée Thou art that puissaunte and mightie whose name is the lorde of hostes great and marueilous in thy counsaill As sone as thou hast spokeÌ„ the woorde all thynges bee doen assone as thou hast coÌ„maunded thynges bee and thy woorde returneth not to the voide and without effect Thou o lorde God shewest mercie vnto all for thou caÌ„st doe all and thou makeste as though thou sawest not the synnes of men bicause thei should doe penaunce and amende their liues For thou louest all thynges that bee and hateste nothing that thou haste made for nothyng thou madest or hast ordeined of any hatred Thou spareste and tenderest all men for all thynges be thyne and thou louest the soules of men Thou doest minister mercie equitie and iustice in the yearth and therfore in these vertues thou greatly delitest Truely O lorde thou art righteous and gracious notwithstandyng I haue offended thee transgressyng thy couenaunt and trespassyng against thee O lorde thou hast seen all my abhominations looke on my cause and consider how vile and wretched I am see and beholde my greate confusion In the tyme of reconciliatioÌ„ heare me and in the daie of saluation haue mercie on me Be merciful vnto me and haue mercie on me whiche haue none other helpe but thee whose will nothing can resist wheÌ„ so euer thou doest purpose to saue Heare me whiche am a wretche makyng supplication vnto thee make me to truste in thy name and deliuer me by thy power Haue regarde to me from heauen O Lorde and looke downe from thy holie habitation and from the throne of thy glory Destroy me not bicause of my iniquitie but remember the sorowe and paine that I suffer Be not stil angrie with me o lorde forget all my sinnes and remember theÌ„ no loÌ„ger Let my praier ascende vp vnto thee saie vnto my
that thou spareste not hym that offendeth If I loke vpon thy power O how mightie and stronge thou art if I shall cal for iudgemente who shall defende my matter or speak for me To thée O lorde I cal and crie to thée my God I make myne humble sute Tourne awaie thyne anger from me That I maye knowe that thou arte more mercifull vnto me then my synnes deserue What is my streÌ„gth that I maie indure Or what is y e ende of my trouble that my soule maie pacieÌ„tly abide it My streÌ„gth is not a stonie strength and my flesh is not made of brasse There is no helpe in my selfe and my strength fleeth awaie from me Although thou hide these thynges in thyne harte yet I knowe that thou wilt remember me at length For thou art true and iust O lorde God thou doest not condemne vniustly whiche rewardest man accordyng to his deserteâ— All this is come vnto me bicause I haue forgotteÌ„ thée and not vsed my self truely in thy testament My hart hath turned backwarde and I hauâ— followed the desires of my fleshe And thou hast surely knowen thiâ— thing which â—nowest the sâ—cretes of the hart Laie not againste me O lord the sinnes of my youth nor haue in remembraunce â—yne olde iniuries dooen against thee Daily sorowe ouercometh me and saâ—nesse possesseth my harte I looke after peace but I can not haue it I looke for a tyme of health but my grief continueth still When the tyme of thyne anger is past let mercy come yet am I vnhappy more and more Woe and alas that euer I synned My harte therefore mourneth is sad all mirth and ioye be banished froÌ„ me How am I wasted How miserably am I confounded bicause I haue forsaken and caste awaie thy lawe Death hath asceÌ„ded vp by the windowes pearcyng the inwarde partes of my hart When I daily one while in use secretly with my self an other while with loude voice crie out and complain the meane tym◠〈◊〉 draweth nere to the pitte Who shall giue me place to reste in from all my griefes and troubles And I will forsake all men and get me awaie from them Who shal giue me water to my heade and a fountaine of teares to myne iyes that I maie bewaile my synnes bothe night and daie And I will looke for hym whiche maie saue me and deliuer me from the wrathe to come I haue no trust neither in life nor death but I feare thy iudgement o lorde the paines prepared for wicked sinners The feare of my sinne maketh me carefull the burdein of my conscieÌ„ce oppresseth me sore O God whiche tenderly louest mankinde art most rightful iudge spare me now I beseche thée and shewe me some fauour while tyme is Forgiue that which I feare putte awaie that whiche I dread before I depart hence and shall not returne again My synnes do vexe trouble me sore thei be so greate that none can be greater Alas my fal alas my miserie alas y e grief of my plague and stroke certainly my syn is the cause of all this and so I will take and suffer it ¶ The .v. Psalme for the obteinyng of godly wisedome O Lorde God of mercie whiche by thy woorde hast made all thinges and by thy wisedome haste created manne O God eternall to whom all thynges bee knowen bee thei neuer so secrete whiche knowest all thynges before thei be doen. Open my lippes and my mouthe that I make speake and shewe forthe the glorie and praise of thy name Giue me a newe hart and a right spirit take from me all wicked sinfull desires O lorde I am folishe ignoraunt and blinde wheÌ„ I am destitute of thy knowledge I am ignorant and without intelligeÌ„ce my dulnesse is so great that my iyes can no see nor my hart perceiue Yea I am a very babe and a child and knowe full little mine owne life coÌ„uersatioÌ„ My lippes bee defiled and vncleane my tyme is short and I am not able to vnderstande thy lawe Giue thy seruaunte I beseche thee an harte apte to take learnyng that I maye knowe what thing is acceptable in thy sight at al times Sende doune from heaueÌ„ the spirite of thy wisedome and replenishe my hart with knowledge thereof The wisedom giueth true knoweldge and out of thy mouth procedeth bothe couÌ„saile and intelligence Thy wisedome openeth the mouthe of the dombe and maketh the tongue of infantes eloquent If any seme to be perfecte among men yet if thy wisedome forsake hym he shalbe reckened nothyng worthe Thy wisedome is to men a treasure that faileth not which who so vse it thei are ioined to god in loue amitie Howe well is it with that man which is wittie in this behalf and hath his soule indued with thy wisedome What manne in all the worlde knoweth thy counsaile Or who caÌ„ compasse in his minde what thy will is Who can coÌ„prehende thy purpose and mynde Except thou giue him wisedom and instructe hym with thy holie spirite For mennes reasons dooe faile in many thynges and their forecastes and inuentions be vncertaine vnsure For the mortall and corruptable bodie muche greeueth the soule and the earthly house of the bodie holdeth doune the minde musyng vpon many thynges CouÌ„saile and good successe commeth from aboue wher also wisedome is and vertue With thee O lorde is richesse glorie and righteousnesse whiche bee treasures incorruptible He that hath fouÌ„d out thee hath founde life and he that loueth not thée loueth death O Lorde GOD touche my mouthe that my iniquitie maie bee driuen awaie dwell thou in my harte that my synnes maie be purged Wisedome doeth not enter into a malicious soule nor will abide in a bodie whiche is suiecte to synne Teache me O lorde God least my ignorance increase and my synnes waxe moe and moe Let thy spirite teache me the thynges that bee pleasaunt vnto thée that I maie bee ledde into the straighte waie out of errours wherin I haue wandered ouer long Let thy wisedome bée stablished in my spirite write thy lawe in my harte Thy wisedome is to me more precious then al riches and I desire more to haue it thaÌ„ all other thinges be thei neuer so faire and goodly O lord thou knowest how sore I am inflamed with the loue of thy wisedome which is my onely studie and meditation O how pleasaunt swete thy wordes be to my harte truely muche more then honie is to my mouthe Thy worde is a bright caÌ„dell to my feete and a lighte to my waies Thy wisedom pleaseth me more then thousaÌ„des of gold or of siluer can doe I haue more pleasure and delectatioÌ„ in the waie of thy wisedome then in greate aboundaunce of treasure Would GOD my waies maie be ordered that I may learne thy wisedom and thy woordes Thy woorde giueth heate and inflameth wherefore I greatly desire it O happie is he lorde whoÌ„ thou instructest and makest learned in thy lawe His soule hath alwaie