Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A08274
|
The fathers legacie VVith precepts morall, and prayers diuine: fitted for all sorts, both yong and old, times and seasons: morning, noone, and night.
|
Norden, John, 1548-1625?
|
1625
(1625)
|
STC 18607; ESTC S119833
|
7,413
|
36
|
gracious mercifull and louing Father and my only Lord and Sauiour I a wretched and sinfull creature thy vnworthy seruant yea rather the seruant of sinne and bondslaue of iniquitie the sonne of Adam yet through Christ my Sauiour and his righteousnesse thy adopted childe and a member of his mysticall body Doe here humbly prostrate my soule and cast down my self before thy footstoole mercy-seate oh euer-liuing Redeemer acknowledging and confessing from the bottome of my heart mine owne vnrighteousnesse and manifold sinnes and transgressions my disobedience and rebellion this day committed against thy holy and sacred Maiesty my contempt of thy Word Commandements my vaine conuersation and corrupt affections my continuall breach of thy most holy and reuealed Will in thought word and deed whereby I haue deserued thy iust iudgements and wrathfull indignation to be poured downe vpon me vile and wretched sinner and vtterly to be cast out of thy sight and to be deliuered to Satan my deadly enemy who daily and hourely laboureth to win me from thee and to cast me into vtter darknesse where there is nothing but weeping and gnashing of teeth O Lord my deseruings doe astonish my heart and dazell mine eyes that I dare not looke vp to heauen my sinnes doe presse me downe to the depth and bottomlesse pit of hell my conscience doth challenge mee a thousand waies for offending thee so good and so gracious a God My ghostly enemie is a roareing and a ramping Lyon ready euery minute to deuoure me is busie with me day and night he casteth a mist before mine eyes that I cannot see thy holy Will reuealed in thy Word and still vrgeth my sins vnto my conscience driuing me into despaire of thy mercy in Christ Iesus and feedeth my fantasie with manifold visions he troubleth my minde with dangerous assaults deludeth my senses and striueth to draw me aside from euery good exercise and from the fellowship of thy Saints here militant vpon earth Oh Lord my God iust are thy iudgements great are my sinnes but thy mercy is far aboue all thy workes for thou desirest not the death of a sinner nor takest pleasure in the damnation of Soules thou hast ordained life and health and all saluation is from thee Oh God most high thou hast giuen vs thy dearely beloued Sonne Iesus Christ that who soeuer beleeueth in him should not perish but haue life euerlasting And how can it be but with him thou shouldest giue vs all things necessary for this life and the life to come In him and for his sake I thy poore afflicted creature groaning vnder the burthen of my sinnes and altogether tyred through the manifold temptations of Satan and this wicked world doe most humbly intreat thee to forgiue and pardon all my iniquities and sinnes whatsoeuer committed against thy diuine Maiestie Most mercifull Father for Christs sake lay them no longer to my charge for I am not able to beare thy threatning hand against mee Suffer not Satan to delude me any longer nor abuse my weakenesse not to deceiue my senses and fantasie suffer him not O Lord to deuoure my soule Oh sweet Sauiour Christ thou fountaine of liuing waters and that true brazen Serpent that healest all infirmities and the sting of that fiery Serpent that hath wounded my conscience thou which callest vnto thee all those that trauell and are heauie loaden with the burthen of their sins and feeling of their infirmities promising them ease in Conscience and Rest vnto their soules I most wretched and vile sinner meekely beseech thee euen for thy promise sake that thou wilt receiue me and ease my burthen which is too heauie vpon me day and night Oh thou sweet Samaritan poure thy Wine and Oyle of gladnesse into my wounded heart giue me to drinke of the water of life that whoso drinketh freely shall neuer thirst againe euen of the fountaine of euer-liuing waters Oh sweet Iesu thou Lyon of the Tribe of Iuda preserue my soule and deliuer it from the mouth of the rouring Lyon Oh holy Spirit proceeding from the Father and the Sonne thou Comforter of Gods Elect worke in my heart a true and liualy faith whereby I may quench all the fiery darts of the deuill and may with-stand all his assaults Oh Lord I doe confesse it is my weaknesse that maketh him so strong my cowardlinesse that maketh him so ventrous my bashfulnesse that maketh him bold And therefore O Lord I humbly poure out my soule before thee this night praying thee to increase my faith to strengthen me in the inward man to arme me with thy spirituall armour giue mee strength and power I beseech thee most blessed Trinitie to fight valiantly against Satan and wisely to preuent all his practises against me And here O Lord according as I am bound I render vnto thee all possible praise and thankes for all those blessings and benefits which thou so graciously and plentifully hast bestowed on my soule and body for this life and that which is to come namely for my Election Creation Redemption Vocation Iustification Sanctification and continuall preseruation vntill this present day and houre and for the firme hope of Glorification and likewise for my health wealth foode raiment and prosperity more especially for that thou hast defended me this day now past from all dangers both of soule and body defend me O Lord this night and likewise all the rest of my daies and nights I haue to liue in the pilgrimage of this sinfull world that so hauing victory through Christ I may sing vnto thee the blessed Trinitie All Honour Praise Glory Power Might and Maiesty be to the Father the Sonne and the Holy Ghost both now and for euer Amen Our father which art in heauen c. And so my soule this night into thy hands I commit The Fathers Repentant teares 1 IF that a sinners sighes be Angels food Or that repentant teares be Angels wine Accept O Lord in this most pensiue mood These hearty sighes and faithfull teares of mine That went with Peter forth most sinfully But not as Peter wept most bitterly 2 If I had Dauids Crowne to me betide Or all his purpled clothes that I might weare I would lay then such honor all aside And onely seeke a sackcloth weed to beare His Palace would I leaue that I might show With him in cell for such offence my woe 3 There should these hands beat on my pensiue brest And sad to death for sorrow rent my haire My voice to call on thee should neuer rest Whose grace I seeke whose iudgements I doe feare Vpon the ground all groueling on my face I would beseech thy fauour and thy grace 4 But sith I haue no meane to make the show Of my repentant mind and yet I see My sinnes to greater heapes then his doe grow Whereby the danger more it is to me I put my trust in his most pretious blood Whose life was sold to purchase all our good 5 Thy mercy greater is then any sin Thy greatnesse none can euer comprehend Wherefore O Lord let mee thy mercies winne Whose glorious name no time shall euer end Wherefore I say all praise belongs to thee Whom I beseech be mercifull to me FINIS