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
The Kynges Psalmes ¶ The firste Psalme 〈◊〉 the obteinyng remission â—f synnes O Lorde of Lordes God almightie greate and dreadfull whiche by thy woorde haste made heauen yearth the Sea and all thynges conteined in them Nothyng is hable to resist thy power thy mercie is ouer all thy woorkes 〈◊〉 thynges bée vnder thy dominioÌ„ and rule bothe man 〈◊〉 beaste and all liuyng â—â—â—atures Thou arte mercifull too whom thou wilte and haste compassion on whom it pleaseth thee Thy counsaile shalt stand for euer and what so euer thou wilt shalbe doen. Power Dominion and Glorie is thine whiche arte aboue all thynges and in all thynges and in vs all Thou arte father of mercies and GOD of all grace peace and comforte whiche wilt not the death of sinneâ— nor delitest in the damnation of soules O Lorde God whiche art riche in mercie and of thyne especiall loue towardes vs euen when wee were thyne enemies by sinne didst sende into the worlde thyne onely begotteÌ„ sonne Iesus Christ that whosoeuer beleueth duly in hym shall not perishe but haue euerlastyng life Haue mercie vpoÌ„ me haue mercie vpon me accordyng to thy greate mercie And according to the multitude of thy mercâ—â— put awaie myne 〈…〉 O God moste 〈…〉 me from my 〈◊〉 and make me cleane 〈◊〉 myne vncleannesse For I acknowledge O Lorde my heinous synnes and accuse my self of myne vnrighteous deedes I confesse against my self the wickednesse of my hart whiche hath been euer vnfaithfull and rebellyng against thy preceptes I haue béen an vntrue and a froward childe to thee and haue prouoked thee with my vanities O holie father I haue offended thy diuine Maiestie and am not worthie to bee called thy sonne Bicause I prouoked thee to anger through the multitude of my synnes and haue not exercised my self in thy righteous lawes I haue turned backe from thy waies and doen euill before thee I haue doen wickedly and vniustly behaued my selfe leauing thy coÌ„maundementes and murmuring against thy correction I haue tourned my self awaie and not kepte my promise made vnto thée I haue walked in an euill waie after myne owne thoughtes fantasies chusyng the thynges that thou wouldest not O Lorde God almightie I haue not feared thee nor shewed due reuerence vnto thee but I haue been disobedient stubburne vnto thée As a coÌ„mon harlot is with out shame eueÌ„ so am I without shame of my synnes for behold I speake vnto thee yet I synne more and more I haue left that whiche is good and gone backe from thee and I haue not put my truste and hope in thee my maker but haue soughte for helpe and sauegarde otherwise I haue ploughed wickednesse and reaped iniquitie eaten the fruicte of lyes Bicause I haue trusted in mine owne waie I haue cast thy lawes behynde my backe not regardyng thy commaundementes nor leauyng mine owne leude customes I haue not giuen my hart to returne to thy pathes for I would not knowe thee but haue falleÌ„ through mine iniquitie I neuer vnto this day turned truely vnto thée with all my harte But as a woman that breaketh her fidelitie and promise vnto her houseband euen so O lorde God I haue broken my promise vnto thee For I haue liued abhominablie and haue had no remorse nor repentaunce for my euill deedes but haue runne from synne to synne followyng the leude desires of my harte Thou knoweste all thynges O Lorde howe I haue prouoked thée to displeasure by my leude inuentions and none of all my synnes be hid from thee I hated thy discipline and correction and regarded not thy wordes and saiynges I haue not doen penaunce for my malice But haue increased in muche vanitie My harte hath been voide of truthe my handes haue wrought vnrighteousnesse My tonge hath spoken sinfully and I haue laboured with the imagination of my harte to finde out lyes and deceiptes and no truth hath been in my waies I haue accustomed my tong to speake â—rifles vanities fulfillyng my fleshly desires and thoughtes my purposes and inuentions haue been contrary to thy will whereby I haue offended the eyes of thy Maiestie Thou haste seen all these thynges O Lorde and haste holdeÌ„ thy peace and yet thei were euill in thy fighte and displeased thee In thy anger thou hast cast me awaie and arte diuided from me now many daies Thou hast giuen me vp to the desires of my harte To doe the thynges whiche bee not semyng Woe I am that I haue gone from thée greate is my miserie that I haue lead my life in synne Woe is me that I haue forsaken thee to doe my deuises not after thy minde to accomplishe my thoughtes which haue not proceaded of thy spirite but haue heaped vp synne vpon synne Myne infamie reproche is daiely before mine eyes for shame I dare not shewe my face And now o lord god why forgettest thou me why kepeste thou awaie so long thy mercie from me Heare now my cause gratiously although thou haste been displeased with me agreate while For thou arte mercifull bee not angrie alwaies I beseche thee Cast not awaie a contrite penitent persone a wretch and an abiecte whiche humblie calleth vpon thy name Tourne againe a little toward me O lorde God and forgiue me my mischeuous deedes Order me not accordyng to my sinnes nor punish me as my wickednes deserueth Shewe not forthe thy power against a poore wretch persecute hym not so sore which is without al streÌ„gth Turne not thy face alwaie from my praiers but accordyng to thy promises take me againe vnto thy fauour For I am thyne O righteous father whoÌ„ thine onely deare sonne hath redemed with his precious bloud And now my soule abhorreth my old coÌ„uersation and of thee whiche arte iudge of all men I aske mercie I dooe submit my self vnder thy mightie hand for after thyne anger thou shewest mercie and in the time of tribulation thou doest forgiue synnes I acknowledge that I am a sinner beseching thee lorde God almightie of thy goodnesse to doe with me accordyng to thy greate mercie I am coÌ„founded and ashamed to lifte vp myne eyes vnto thee for my synnes are ascended vp vnto thy sight Against thee O father againste thee I haue synned and dooen euill before thee thou seest that myne iniquitie is greate Truely I haue béen an offender againste thee euen from my cradell and sinee I sucked my mothers brestes I haue not ceased to doe euil Beholde I was begotten in iniquitie and my mother brought me into this worlde defiled with synne For the Corne of an euill seede is sowen in my harte and how muche wickednesse hath sprong therof vnto this daie thou knowest O lorde I can not shake of my synnes and offence but I carrie still with me the infamie of my youth Behold lord I am sold vnder sinne and in my fleshe I finde not that whiche is good For the good that I would that dooe I not but the euill that I hate that I doe
Al the thoughtes and imaginations of my harte haue been sette to dooe euill euer since I was young O why do I dye in my sinnes lorde God seyng thy wil is not that a synner dye but returne from his synne and liue For thou art good and mercifull and accordyng to thy greate mercie sauest theim that be vnworthie For albeit no man is able to beare the punishemente whiche thou dooest threaten against sinners yet the mercie whiche thou hast promised is greate vnsearchable Thou hast shewed mercie a thousande tymes heretofore to make thy name glorious as it is euen yet still The olde fathers in their necessities cried vnto thee thou didst deliuer them ther putte their trust in thee and thei were not confounded When thei were at their wittes ende and wiste not what to dooe this was their onely refuge to lift vp their eyes to thee Thou didst saue theim for thy names sake to shewe in them thy might and streÌ„gth Many a tyme thei prouoked thee throughe their iniquities and stirred thy goodnesse to displeasure Yet when thou saweste their tribulation and their lowlie submission vnto thee Thou didst remember thy promise and by and by baddest pitie and compassion vppon theim accordyng to the multitude of thy mercies Haue mercie vpon me O lorde God omnipotent haue mercie vpon me for I am a miserable and a wretched creature make me whole I beseche thee whoÌ„ thou haste striken for my synne and iniquitie My soule is troubled greatly how long O lorde wilt thou not loke towardes me How long wilt thou reiect my praier thus criyng oute vnto thée Wilte thou heare me at no tyme Howe long wilt thou tourne awaie thy face from me Where be thy old mercies O Lorde whom thou haste stablished in thy truthe Wilt thou now O Lorde God cease to shewe mercie Or wilt thou withdraw thy goodnesse for displeasure Hast thou caste me awaie for euer That thou wilte neuer hereafter bee pleased with me Thy hande is not weakened but it maie help and thy eares bee not stopped that thei refuse to heare How long shall my minde bee troubled with painfull and heauie thoughtes How long shall sorowe formente my harte How long shall myne enemie haue the ouerhande of me loke towardes me lorde God and heare my praier Giue light to myne eyes for I haue slepte to longe in death and my synnes haue preuailed against me Tourne againe O Lorde turne again and deliuer my soule saue me for thy great mercies sake Loe nowe is the accepted tyme nowe bee the daies of healthe and grace In death who shall remeÌ„ber thee In hell who shall laude or praise thee He that liueth he that liueth shall praise thee shall make thy mercie knowen Lorde rebuke me not in thine anger nor punishe me in thy greate displeasure Cast not thy dartes at me nor laie not thy heauie hand vpon me For I haue borne thyne anger a loÌ„g while and of the Cup of thy high displeasure I haue drunke very deepe There is no health in my fleshe for feare of thy displesure I haue no peace nor reste when I beholde my synnes My iniquities bee gone ouer my head and like an heuie burdein thei daily presse me doune The woundes in my soule dooe fester and stincke euen through myne owne follie I am a wretche cast awaie froÌ„ thy fauour and presence and goe mournynge all the daie long My soule is full of filthynesse and no parte of me is whole and sounde Wherefore my enemies dooe persecute me the more the greatnesse of my paine maketh me to rore and crie My hart fainteth and treÌ„bleth within me and my strength is gone awaie O Lorde thou knoweste my desire and thou seest my necessitie Forgiue me all my sinnes O Lorde GOD almightie for thyne owne sake and put out of thy sight my heinous offences for according to thy goodnesse thou haste promised forgiuenesse of synnes to theim that doe penaunce Haue mercie on me lorde for the glorie and honour of thy name and bee no longer displeased with me and then thou shalt surely be knowen to bee iuste and true in thy wordes and shalt ouercome when thou art iudged For by this thy great grace shalbe knowen that thou takest mercy on them whiche haue not whereof thei maie glory in thy sight And all the dwellers on the yearth shall learne and knowe thy goodnesse when thou shalt conferre and giue thy benefites to vs for thy greate names sake and not after our euill waies and wicked deedes Uerely lorde God except thou shewe vnto vs thy manifolde mercies the worlde shall not haue life nor thei that dwell therein And if thou helpe vs not with thy goodnesse how may thei whiche haue offended be raised vp froÌ„ their sinnes Haue mercie on me o good father haue mercie on me and for thy glorious name be no loÌ„ger angrie with me Take me synner vnto thy mercie for the name of thy holy sonne Iesus whoÌ„ thou haste sente to bee the obtainer of mercie for our sinnes through faithe in his bloud Beholde holie father beholde thy childe whom thou hast chosen beholde thy welbeloued sonne in whom thy soule deliteth vppon whom thou hast put thy holy spirit and sent hym to preache the Gospell to the poore to heale theim whiche for their synnes bee sorowfull and contrite to comforte them that mourne to preache pardone to the prisoners and sight to the blinde Beholde thy littell one which was borne for vs behold thy sonne whiche is giuen to vs whom thou haste not spared but giueÌ„ to death for vs all to bee a sweete offeryng and sacrifice to thee Uerely be tooke vpon him in his bodie our infirmities and he bare our paines He was made weake for our sinnes and he was wouÌ„â—ed for our offences The correcttion for oure peace was laied vpon hym by the strokes that he suffered our wouÌ„des wer healed All wee went a straie like sheepe euery one followed his owne waie and thou O lorde puttest on him our iniquitie strikyng hym for the offences of thy people He gaue his bodie to bee beaten and his cheekes to be striken he turned not a waie his face from them that scorned him and spit vpon hym Through his loue mercie he hath redeemed theim that were loste and by his bloud shedde on the crosse he hath pacified all thynges in heauen and in yearth He gaue hymself to death and made his praiers for theÌ„ whiche were offenders Loke O mercifull father and consider who it is that thus did suffer and remember I besche thee for whom he hath suffered For this is that innocente whom thou gauest to death for vs euen then when wee were synners and shall wée not beyng now iustified by his bloud muche rather bee saued from wrathe through hym If we when we were yet enemies were reconciled to thee by the death of thy soÌ„ne shall wée not beyng reconciled muche rather bee saued by his life Behold that pure
exclamation for very paine and thou wilte not saue me O lorde god of hostes how loÌ„g wilt thou be angrie with the praiers of thy seruaunt Come againe vnto me O God my sauior take awaie thine indignatioÌ„ against me When thou arte tourned O Lorde thou thaâ— restore al thinges again and he that was in sadnesse before shall take ioy and comfort of thee Let thy hande bee to helpe manne whiche is thy hâ—ndy worke whom thou hast exalted and magnified to sette forthe thy glorie Mine enemies liue wealthily and are strong and thei which hate me increase and goe forward daiely Thei despraise and set at naught my couÌ„saile bicause I take God for my hope and comforte Thei saie to me daily thou trusteste in God let hym deliuer thee and saue thee if so bee that he heare loue and fauour towardes thee Thei leape at me as it wer so many dogges the companies of the wicked barke at me thei beset my haÌ„des and feete rounde aboute O Lorde goe not farre awaie from me thou art my strength make spede to help me Deliuer my soule froÌ„ death tourne my waie froÌ„ the rage of dogges Kepe mâ— out of the mouth of Lions and saue me from the déepe lake Thou art bothe holie and strong and no man is hable to resist thee wheÌ„ thy anger is greate and feruent Who shall not feare thee O Lorde Or whiche of all princes shall not obey thee The earth trembleth and quaketh for fear of thine anger the people shall not bée able to abide thy â—â—râ—atning Helpe me O Lorde God my sauiour and for the glorie of thy name â—eliuer me forgiue me my trespasses For I doe vtter expresse myne iniquitie vnto thee my synne greueth me verie sore Arise vp O Lorde and helpe me and deliuer me for thy mercies sake O god my refuge and my strength whiche haste been euer a greate helpe in tribulation Thou diddeste receiue me into thy tuition wheÌ„ I came out of my mothers wombe and thou mâ—ste my helper when I sucked my mothers breastes I was left to thâ—â— as sone as I was borne euen from my motherâ— wombe thou art my God Withdrawe not thâ— selfe farre awaie from me for tribulation is nere at hand and ther is none that caÌ„ help me Mine enemies coÌ„passe me rouÌ„de about my persecutors besiege me on euery side And I am feble and weake and sore broken the paine of my hart maketh me to gron and sigh I am as the water that is caste foorthe my strength is gone and vtterly dried vp as if it were a tile stone Haue mercie vpon me O Lorde haue mercie vpoÌ„ me and impute not my sinnes vnto me which I haue doen by folie Remember not my synnes passed lette thy mercies preuent them for I am in a marueilous wretched case I am weakned and cleane out worne and go mourning euery daie And now O Lorde what loke I after verely my soule loketh to thee for helpe Shewe nowe and declare thy goodnesse to me withhold not thy helpe from me My soule is replenished with troubles and aduersities and draweth nere vnto deathes dore I am in greate pouertie and neede and my harte is sore troubled within me Cast not me awaie in the time of my moste necessitie and now when my stength faileth me faile not thou me O Lorde Deliuer me from myne enemies and make me not a mockyng stocke to theim that iest and raile vpon me Saue me from these roaryng LioÌ„s readie to deuour and from the haÌ„des of them that would haue my life froÌ„ me I doe crie to thee O lorde for thou art my hope and my portioÌ„ in the lande of liuers Bring my soule out of prison and set my fete in a place where I maie walke at libertie Turne not thy face away from me leaste I bee made like vnto them that discende intot the pitte Giue eare vnto my praiers for I am punished and brought very lowe Deliuer me from my persecutours for thei bée muche stronger then I. O Lorde heare me spedely least my spirite faile within me Deliuer my soule out of trouble and in thy mercie destroie all myne enemies And make them to perishe whiche would destroye me for I am thy seruaunt AmeÌ„ ¶ The .xiij. Psalme In which he giueth thankes to god that his enemies haue not gotten the ouerhande of hym I Will magnifie and praise thee O Lorde GOD for thou hast exalted me and set me vp and my enemies haue not gotten the ouerhande of me O Lorde of hostes I haue cried vnto thée and thou hast saued me Thou haste broughte my soule out of helle thou haste holden me vp from fallyng into the depe lake froÌ„ wheÌ„ce no man retourneth Thou haste not closed me vp in the handes of myne enemies but thou haste sette my féete in a place both wide and broade I haue soughte thee and thou hast heard me thou hast brought me into libertie out of greate distresse Thou hast tourned my sorow into gladnesse thou hast ceased my mournyng and compassed me rounde about with mirthe Thou haste declared thy greate magnificence in helpyng thy seruaunt Thou hast doen mercifully with me in my miseries Thou hast regarded y e pain of the poore thou hast not turned a waie thy face from me I will euer be singyng and speaking of thy mercies and I will publishe to other thy fidelitie and truthe so longe as I shall liue My mouthe shall neuer cease to speake of thy righteousnesse and of thy benefites whiche bée so many that I can not number them But I will giue thée thankes till death take me away I will sing in y e praise of thée so long as I shall continue I will triuÌ„phe and reioyce in thy mercie for that thou hast looked vpon my necessities and regarde my soule in my greate distresse Thou haste been my sure refuge and the strengthe of my trust and hope I thanke thee Lorde for thy goodnesse alwaie and for thy exceadyng mercie Thou haste been my comfort in the tyme of my trouble thou hast been mercifull vnto me o lorde and hast reuenged the wronges y e mine enemies haue doen to me Accordynge to the multitude of the heauie thoughtes that I had in my mynde thy comfortes haue cleared and lightned my harte Thou haste sente me now ioye for the daies wherein I was in sorowe and for the yeres in whoÌ„ I suffered many a painfull storme Thou hast called to remâ—braunce the rebuke that thy seruaunte hath been put to and how furiously mine enemies haue persecuted me O lorde god of hostes who may be compared vnto thee thou art greate and greatlie to bée praised Thou art high vpon al the earth thou art exalted farre aboue all Goddes Glorie and honour before thy face holinesse magnificence in thy sanctuarie With Iustice and Iudgement thy roial throne is stablished mercie and truth goe before thy face Blessed art thou O lorde which hast not holden backe thy mercie froÌ„ thy
seruaunt After that I had long looked for thee O Lorde at the last thou diddest attende vnto me and heardest my crie Thou hast taken me out of the lake of miserie and sette my feete vppon a rocke and made my steppes sure Thou haste giuen me my desire I haue séen thy ioyful countenaunce Thou haste striken all my aduersaries and hast abated their strength Thou haste rebuked the rablement of theim that vexed me and hast plucked me forthe of their handes Thou haste caste theim headlyng into their own pit their feete bee wrapped in the Nette whiche thei laied priuely for me Mine enemies are reculed backe thei are fallen doune and destroied from thy sight Thou hast been the poore mānes defence and his helper in tribulation whē most neede was Thou haste dooen Iudgemente for me thou haste defended my cause against my accusars And although thou were verie angrie with me a little while yet nowe I liue thorowe thy mercie goodnesse Uerly I supposed with my self that I was cleane caste awaie out of thy fauour But thou haste heard my praiers and according to thy greate mercie hast taken me againe into thy fauour O Lorde of thyne owne minde and will thou hast giuen strength vnto my soule but whē thou hidest thy face from me o lorde how greatly was I astonied When I was in aduersitie then I cried vnto thee and thou diddest aunswere me when my soule was in greate anguishe and trouble then O lorde I did remember thee I haue tasted seen howe swete thou arte truely blessed is that manne that trusteth in thee Accordyng to thy name so is thy cōmendation praise but thy counsailes touchyng vs bée without example and greater then can with woordes be expressed Dominiō power and glorie bee thyne for thou haste made al thinges and bicause thy will is so thei dooe still continue Thy name be blessed praised and magnified both now and euer worlde without ende Amen ¶ The .xiij. Psalme In the whiche the goodnes of God is praised O Lorde our gouernour how wonderfull is thy maiestie throughout y e whol worlde whiche haste set thy glory aboue all the heauens What is manne that thou magnifieste hym so greatly Or the sonne man that thou doest visite hym O Lorde thou art greate and muche to bee praised in thy holie hill Praise bee vnto thee O Lorde God let our vowes made to thee be alwaies performed Confession and magnificence are thy woorke and thy righteousnes continueth for euermore Thou haste dooen many thynges O lorde God bothe marueilous and greate and there is none that cā bee like vnto thee in thy worke Thy waies be iust true who wil not feare and dread thée and magnifie thy name I thāke thee o lorde God with all my harte and I wil halowe thy name for euer O lord thou art my strēgth and my praise Thou haste broughte downe myne enemies whiche arte a iudge euen from the beginnyng The right hande is exceadyng strong thy right hande worketh many great actes Thyne arme is mightie and strōg and bicause it hath pleased thee thou hast strēgthened myne infirmitie I wil praise thy great and dreadful name for it is holy Although I haue fallē yet I am not crusshed in peeces for thou haste susteined my hande I haue opened and shewed my waie vnto thee and in thee I haue trusted and thou at length haste accomplished my desires Thou hast broken the heddes of myne enemies and haste made theim to stoupe whiche walked proudely in their synnes Thou hast dominion ouer their power and when thei bee exalted and set a lofte in their waies thou abateste their courage and destroiest thē with thy mightie arme In thy name I will euer reioyce and in thy mercie is all my glorie Thou louest righteousnes and iudgement the yearth is replenished with thy mercy Thy iye looketh fauourably vpon thē that dread thee and trust in thy mercie There shall no good thing be lackyng to them that seke thée and thei that feare thee shall not be helplesse For thou doest order their waies hearest them when thei crie vnto thee That thou maiest deliuer their soule from death and swage their paines whē thei be greeued For thou helpest theim whose hartes be brokē with sorowe and bearst vp with thy hande them that be contrite in spirite Thou sauest the soules of thy seruauntes and all thei that truste in thee shall not be destroied Wherefore my tong shall syng thy praise O lorde god I wil alwaies magnifie thée I will loue thee O lorde whiche art my strength my staie my might my sauiour and my refuge My God my defendoure and my buckeler the strēgth of my saluation and my supporter After that I had called vpon thee with due laude and praise thou haste saued me from myne enemies When I was in trouble I called vpon thee thou haste heard my voice out of thy holy temple and my crie hath entred vp into thyne eares Thou hast saued me from myne aduersaries that rose vp against me thou hast deliuered me from wicked enemies Then haste taken me frō the companie of euill menne and myne iye hath séen vpon myne enemies the thynges that I desired And therefore if it should fortune me to passe through the darcke vale of death I will goe without feare For thou wilte bee with me thy rod and thy staffe shall comforte me Thou shalte deliuer mee from tribulation thou shalt hope me from them whiche seke to destroie me Mine iyes be vpon thée O Lorde for thou shalte bryng my feete forthe of the snare Unto thee O Lorde God I will performe my vowes I will giue thee thākes both now and euermore worlde without eror Amen ¶ The .xv. Psalme Of the benefites of God with thankes for the same MY soule praiseth thee O Lorde and al that is within me praiseth thy holie name My soule giueth thée humble thankes and thy benefites I will neuer forget Whiche forgiuest all my sinnes and healest all my infirmitie◠Whith hast saued my life from destructiō and shewed in me thy grace and mercie Whiche he hast satisfied my desire with good thynges shalte once restore my youth againe Thou haste intreated me mercifully at all tymes and haste reuenged me of myne enemies Thou haste been a defence to me O Lorde and a sure foundation of my wealthe Thou hast guided me with thy counsaile and taken me to thee through thy mercie Thou haste many waies declared in me thy greate might and power and after thyne anger hath been past thou hast tourned again and comforted me Thou hast sent me many greuous troubles but at the lengthe thou haste broughte me out of the bottomeles depenesse Thou haste made me priuie to thy waies and haste not hid thy counsailes from mee Thou arte full of mercie and grace O Lorde slowe to wrathe and readie to goodnesse Thy displeasure lasteth not alwaie and thou keepest not backe thy mercies in thyne anger for euer Thou rewardeste
ende Amen Glory be to the father c. As it was in the begin c. FINIS The Queenes praiers Or Meditations wherein the mynde is stirred to suffer all afflictions here Jmprinted at London by H. Wykes Colloss iij. ¶ If ye bee risen againe with Christe seke the thynges whiche are aboue where Christe sitteth on the righte hande of God sette your affection on thynges that are aboue not on thynges which are on the yearth MOoste benyng Lorde Iesu graunte me thy grace that it maie alwaie woorke in me and perseuere with me vnto thende Graunte me that I maie euer desire and will that whiche is moste pleasaunte and moste acceptable to thee Thy will bée my will and my will be to folowe alwaie thy will Lette there bée alwaie in me one will and one desire with thee and that I haue no desire to will or not to will but as thou wilt Lorde thou knowest what thynges is moste profitable and moste expedient for me Giue therefore what thou wilt as muche as thou wilt and when thou wilt Dooe with me what thou wilte as it shall please thee and as shalbe moste to thine honour Put me where thou wilt and fréely doe with me in all thynges after thy will Thy creature I am and in thy handes leade and turne me where thou wilt Loe I am thy seruaunte readie to doe all thinges that thou commaundest for I desire not to liue to my self but to thee Lorde Iesus I praie thee graunte me grace that I neuer set my harte on the thinges of this worlde but that all worldly and carnall affections maie vtterly dye and be mortified in me Graunt me aboue al thinges that I maie rest in thee and fullie quiete and pacifie my harte in thee For thou lorde art the verie true peace of harte and the perfecte rest of the soule and without thee all thynges be greuous and vnquiet My lorde Iesus I beseche thee bee with me in euery place and at all tymes and let it bee to me a speciall solace gladly for thy loue too lacke all worldly solace And if thou withdrawe coÌ„forte from me at any tyme keepe me O lorde from desperation and make me paceintly to abide thy will and ordinaunce O Lorde Iesu thy Iudgementes be rightous and thy prouidence is muche better for me then all that I can imagine or deuise Wherefore do with me in all thynges as it shall please thee for it maie not bee but well all that thou doest If thou wilte that I be in light bee thou blessed if thou wilte that I be in darknesse be thou also blessed If thou vouchsaue to comfort me be thou highly blessed if thou wilt I liue in trouble and without comfort be thou likewise euer blessed Lorde giue me grace gladly to suffer whatsoeuer thou wilte shall fall vpon me and pacientely to take it at thy hande good and hadde bitter and swete ioye and sorowe and for all thynges that shal befall vnto me hartely too thanke thee Kepe me lorde from sinne I shall then neither dread death nor hell O what thankes ought I to giue vnto thee which hast suffered the greeuous death of the Crosse to deliuer me from my synnes and to obtain euerlastyng life for me Thou gaueste vs mooste perfecte example of pacience fulfillynge and obeiyng the will of thy father euen vnto the death Make mée wretched synner obediently to vse my self after thy will in all thinges and paciently too beare the burdeÌ„ of this corruptible life For though this life be tedious and as an heauie burden to my soule yet neuerthelesse through thy grace and by example of thee it is now made muche more easie and coÌ„fortable then it was before thy incarnation and passion Thy holie life is our waie to thee and by followyng of thee we walke to thée that art our heade and sauiour and yet except thou haddest gone before and shewed vs the waie to euerlastyng life Who would indeuoure hym self to followe thée Seyng we bee yet so slowe and dull hauyng the light of thy blessed example and holie doctrine to lead and direct vs. O Lorde Iesu make that possible by grace that is too me impossible by nature Thou knowest well that I maie little suffer and that I am anone caste doune and ouerthrowen with a little aduersitie wherefore I beseche thée O lorde to strengthen me with thy spirit that I maie willyngly suffer for thy sake al maner of trouble and affliction Lorde I will knowledge vnto thee all myne vnrighteousnesse and I will coÌ„fesse to thee all the vnstablenesse of my harte Oftentymes a verie little thing troubleth me sore and maketh me duâ—le and slowe to serue thee And sometyme I purpose to stande strongly but when a little trouble commeth it is to me great anguishe and griefe and of a righte little thyng riseth a geeuous temptation to me Yea when I thynke my self to be sure and stroÌ„g and that as it semeth I haue the vpper hande sodainly I féele my self readie to fall with a little blaste of temptation Behold therfore good lorde my weaknesse and consider my frailnesse beste knowen to thee Haue mercie on me and deliuer me from all iniquitie and synne that I bee not intangled therewith OfteÌ„tymes it greueth me sore and in maner confoundeth me that I am so vnstable so weake and so fraile in resistyng sinfull motions Whiche althoughe they drawe me not awaie to consent yet neuerthelesse their assaultes bee verie gréeuous vnto me And it is tedious to me to liue in suche battaill albeit I perceiue that suche battaile is not vnprofitable vnto me For thereby I knowe the better my self mine owne infirmities and that I must seke help onely at thy haÌ„des O lorde God of Israel the louer of all faithfull soules vouchsafe to beholde the labour and sorrowe of me thy poore creature Assiste me in all thynges with thy grace so strength me with heauenly strength that neither my cruell enemie the fâ—ende neither my wretched fleshe whiche is not yet subiecte to the spirit haue victorie or dominion ouer me O what a life maie this be called where no trouble nor miserie lacketh Where euery place is full of snares of morall enemies For one trouble or temptation ouerpassed an other commeth by and by and the firste conflicte yet duryng a new battaile sodenly ariseth Wherefore Lorde Iesu I praie thee giue me the grace to rest in thee aboue al thinges and to quiete me in thée aboue all creatures aboue al glorie and honour aboue all dignitie and power aboue al cunnyng policie aboue all healthe and beautie aboue al riches and treasure aboue all ioye and pleasure aboue all fame and praise aboue al mirthe and consolation that mannes harte maie take or feele besides thee For thou Lorde God art best moste wise moste high moste mightie moste sufficiente and moste full of goodnesse moste swete and most coÌ„fortable moste faire most louyng moste noble moste glorious in whom