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
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
enemies reioyce that I am falleÌ„ and that my hart hath turned out of thy waie But I trust in thy mercy and my harte is comforted in hope to haue help and saluation from thee For thou art good gracious thy mercye indureth euer and thy truthe continueth from one generation to an other Let al them reioice in thee and be glad which seke thee and let them whiche loue to haue saluation of thee saie magnified bee the Lorde for euer Amen ¶ The ninth Psalme Against enemies SO lorde and beholde how many thei be which trouble me howe many whiche make rebellion against me Thei say emong them selues of my soule There is no help of god for it to trust vpoÌ„ O lorde god in thée I haue put my hope and trust saue me from theÌ„ whiche do persecute me and deliuer me Least peradueÌ„ture at one tyme or an other thei take my life from me and ther be none to deliuer me froÌ„ them Haue pitie vpoÌ„ me o lord loke vpoÌ„ the affliction which I suffer of my enemies Forget not thy poore seruaunte suffer not theim whiche be oppressed to looke for helpe alwaies in vaine Put them to flight disappoinct theÌ„ of their purposes caste theim doune headlong as their wickednes hath deserued for thei are traitours and rebelles against thee Let their power be brought to naught and their wickednesse light vpon their owne heades Lette the wicked sinners returne into hell and let theÌ„ fall and bee taken in the pit which thei haue digged I will trust in thee o lord whiche sauest theim that in thee put their confidence Thei saie that thou forgettest thy seruauntes and that thou hidest thy face bicause thou wilt not se their trouble Their pride is to vs muche grief and vexation and thei glorie and triumphe in oure trouble and aduersitie How long O Lorde wilt thou stande a farre of hide thy self in the tyme of tribulation How long shal the wicked despise thee and saie in their harte that thou regardeste nothyng Rise vp O lorde stretche out thy hande forget not theÌ„ whiche be oppressed Bryng doune the power of the wicked that thei may perishe together with their wickednesse Let thy zeale sodainly come vpon them the fierie Thunder bâ—ltes and the spirite of the whirle winde be portion of their parte Preuent me in the daie of my tribulation and deliuer me out of my distresse Haue mercie vpon me for I am troubled on euery side and my strengthe is decaied through myne iniquitie Myne enemies speake of me muche shame rebuke an thei are wholie bente to take my life from me The paines of death compasse me rounde aboute and the flouddes of my synnes trouble me sore The ropes of hell bee tied rounde aboute me and I am wrapped in y e snares of death and whiche waie so euer I goe I finde stumdlyng blockes to ouerthrowe me Stande vp O Lorde and punish this naughtie people and deliuer me from my deceiptfull enemies Heare me in the day of my tribulation let thy mightie name defende me For thou art my fortresse and my glory and bearest vp my weaknesse infirmitie Saue me Lorde I beseche thée that mine enemies preuaile not against me Powre out thy indignatioÌ„ vpon theÌ„ and let the wrathe of thy furie vexe and trouble them Let theim bee confounded for euer yea let them tremble and perishe together Let theÌ„ fall into the deepe pitte and neuer bee hable to rise vp againe That thei maie know thy name to bée the Lorde of hostes onely mightie and high worlde without ende AmeÌ„ ¶ The .x. Psalme When the enemies bée so cruell that he cannot suffer them HAue mercie vpon me o God for thyne enemie fredeth me vnder his fete he ceaseth not to assaulte me and to doe me muche grief He alwaies coueteth too swallowe me vp and many there be that proudly bragge and crake against me Thei gather them selues together in corners Thei watch my steppes how thei may take my soule in a trap Thei be like vnto a Lyon that is greedie of his preye and like a yonge Lyon thei priuely lye in waite for me Thei doe beset my waies that I should not escape thei looke and stare vpon me to take me in their snare Thei haue prepared a net for my feete thei haue digged a deepe pitte that my soule might fall therein Make me strong O lorde GOD by thy might and power make my waie perfect before thee Kepe my steppes continually in right pathes leaste perchaunce my feete begin to slippe I am so vexed that I am vtterly wearie helpe me against theÌ„ that lye in waite for me Make thy mercie to be meruailous in me and deliuer my soule out of their haÌ„des Hide me froÌ„ the companie of the wicked and from the rage of them that worke iniquitie According to thy great mercie quicken me that now in my sorow I bée not brought vnder the power of myne enemie whiche rageth against against me Sende forth thy light and thy truthe and thei shal leaâ— me into thy holy hill and into thy tabernacles Instruct teache my handes to battaile make my armes stronge like a bowe of steele Girde me with strengthe to battaile ouerthrowe theÌ„ that arise against me Instructe me in the waie wherein I maie walke prouide for me by thy ouersight Cast doune mine enemies before my face and destroye them that hate me Least mine enemies ouer come me and the companies of tirantes ouerwhelme me Make my feete to be stedfast and my pathes streight Thei reioyce and bee glad of my fall declination thei be asseÌ„bled together against me thei strike to kille me in the waie before I maie beware of them Thei curse and banne my woordes euery daie and all their thoughtes be set to do me harme My life is as it were in the middes of fierce Lyons whose teethe bee like vnto speares and their tonge like a sharpe swoorde And who shall stand with me against all these or who shall ouercome these woorkers of iniquitie Thei shall flee and râ—nne awaie O Lorde aâ—â—â—ne as thou rebukest theim from the voice of thy thunder thei shall â—enne headlyng Whiche lookest vpon the yearth and it wholy quaketh whiche toucheste the hilles and thei smoke iudgemente procedeth froÌ„ thy face thyne iyes doe approue equitie Keepe me O Lorde from mine aduersaries and vnder the shadowe of thy wynges defende me Iudge them that hurt me fight against them that fight with me Let theim goe backwarde and haue euill lucke whiche persecute me putte them to shame that will my hurte Make them to bée as duste in the winde and let thy angell vexe and disquiet them Let theim vanishe awaie like smoke and as waxe melteth with the heate of y e fire so let them perishe O lorde from thy sight and presence Beate theim doune that thei be not able to stand neuer giue ouer vntill thou haue vtterly destroied them Make their waies darcke and slippie and let thyne
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
and immaculate lambe whiche taketh a waie the sinnes of the worlde by whose precious bloud we are redemed from our iniquities Looke vpon that mooste méeke innocent whiche like a Lambe that was ledde to his death and beyng mooste cruelly intreated once opened not his mouthe Behold thine onely sonne whom although thou begattest of thy almightie power substaunce and nature yet thou wouldest he should bee partaker of my infirmitie Whiche being God in nature thought it no rauine to be equal with God but made hym self lowe takyng vpon him the shape of a seruaunt and commyng in the similitude of sinfull fleshe coÌ„demned synne in the fleshe submittyng hym self vnto thee O father euen to the death of the crosse and there putte on the hande writyng that was against vs conteined in the law written and taking it out of the waie fastened it to his crosse on the which he spoiled potestates and powers and made a shewe of them openly and triumphed ouer theÌ„ in his owne person Turne the iyes of thy maiestie O lorde God and loke vpon the woorke of thy ineffable goodnesse Behâ—ld thine owne swete sonne how all his bodie was drawen and stretched forthe on the crosse Looke vpon all the partes of his bodie from the croune of the heade vnto the sole of the foote and no paine shall be found like vnto his paine Behold O louyng father the blessed head of thy deare soonne crouned with sharpe Thornes and the bloud rennyng doune vpon his godlie visage Beholde his tender bodie how it is scourged his naked breast is striken and beaten his bloudie side is thrusted through his hart paÌ„teth his senewes bée stretched forth his Godlie eyes dasell and leese their sight his princely face is wanne and pale his pleasaunt tonge is inflamed for paine his inward partes waxe drie and starke his armes both blewe and wanne by striefe his bones bée plucked one from an other his beautifull legges bee feeble and weake the streames of blood issuyng out of his bodie renne doune apace vpon his feete Looke O my maker vpon the humanitie and geÌ„tlenes of thy deare soonne and pitie the infirmitie of thy weake handie woorke Beholde O glorious Father the bodie of thy deare soonne all too rente and torne and remember I beseche thee of how small substaunce I am Loke vpon the pain of him that is bothe God and man release the miserie of man whom thou hast made Beholde the greuous sufferyng of the redeemer and forgiue the sinne of him that is redemed Kéepe me froÌ„ all euill wayes and teache me by thy holy spirit to chuse the waie of truthe I beseche thée o thou king of holinesse by hym that is moste holy by this my redemer Christ that thou bryng me again into the right waie that I maie bee vnited and made one with hym in spirit whiche abhorred not to bee vnited with me in fleshe Make me to goe perfectly in thy pathes and to hate al wicked waies Washe my harte froÌ„ malice and clense me from my secrete synnes Clense me O holy father with the bloud of the newe Testament of thy welbeloued sonne which hath loued vs and washed vs with his bloud from our synnes and hath redemed vs from al iniquitie Purifie my harte by the sanctification of thy spirite the sprinklyng of the bloud of thy sonne froÌ„ al filthines of sinne and euil conscience O God almightie be mercifull vnto me sinner for thy glorious name sake and remeÌ„ber my sinnes no longer For thou arte God gracious and mercifull and paciently dooest suffer vs and wouldest that no maÌ„ should perishe but that all menne should returne to penaunce Make me O Lord God to retourne from my euill waies and wicked thougtes Remember not the synnes and abhominations of my youthe accordyng to thy mercie bee myndfull of me for thy goodnes sake O lorde Looke not vpon me with a greuous countenaunce for there is no manne that dare speake for me Enter not into iudgemeÌ„te with thy seruant for if thou accuse me I shall neuer bee quitte For if thou o lorde marke my synnes iniquitie who shall not fall before thee This is certaine and sure that then in thy sight no maÌ„ liuyng shalbe iustified seyng thou haste founde iniquitie euen in thy angels How muche rather in meÌ„ whiche is abhomination and filthinesse and dwelleth in the earthly house of this bodie and drinketh iniquitie as it were water Who is clene from filthinesse when all be corrupted Truely not one No though he haue liued but one daie on the yearthe and though his Monethes maie bee easilie numbred Of a truthe there is no mortal manne whiche hath not doen wickedly nor there is any righteous on yearth whiche doeth good and synneth not Yet bicause mercie is in thy hand O lorde although thou be dreadfull my hope is in thee in whom my soule trusteth My soule looketh for thee bicause mercie and pleÌ„tifull redemption is with thee For this I knowe assuredly that thou wilte not caste me awaie for euer But although thou caste me awaie for my synnes a while yet thou wilt haue mercie vpon me againe accordyng to the multitude of thy mercies For thou O lorde are â—ull of pitie and mercie and wilt not tourne thy face awaye from vs if we will retourâ—e to thee Thou art our God full of sweetenesse veritie and pacience and disposest all thinges by mercie The fouÌ„taines of thy goodnes be euer full flow ouer thy grace neuer decaieth All thy waies be mercieâ— truth to them that seke outthy couenaunt and testimonies How geÌ„tle and louyng the father is to his children so gentle and louyng arte thou O lorde to them that feaâ—e thee and for the habouÌ„dance of thy mercy thou doe it pardon our infirmities Thou â—nowest thine own handie worke thou rememâ—eâ—est what we are thou seest that we are fleshe and of no strength Thou hast not forgotten that this worlde is ful of vnrighteousnesse and wickednesse and that it is whollie set and bent on euill Yea neuerthelesse thou art mercifull and full of grace and like a mercifull lord forbearest to punishe synners when thei repente them self and returne froÌ„ their sinnes Haue mercie vpon me O Lorde God my Sauiour for the glorie of thy name And deliuer me forgiue me my synnes for thy names sake O righteous father looke not straitly vpon the multitude of my synnes but looke on the face of Iesu thy holie soonne whiche beyng without synne bare our synnes in his body on the free of the crosse Turne awaie thy face froÌ„ my synnes and putte out all my iniquities Make a cleane hart in me O God and renue me with a right spirite Caste me not awaie from thy presence and take not thy holy spirite from me Giue me againe the comfort of thy helpe and stablish me with thy mightie spirit Mollifie my harte o lorde God that I maie returne to thy pathes for I haue wandered ouer long in the waie of errour Tourne me