chereful glory resounded Thou art my deare chylde in whome I doe meane to be pleased And forerunning Iohn Iohn Baptist dayly reporteth Christe to be Lamb of God that sins with mercy remoueth At these wondrous news th'old Serpent deadly repyned And the renowmed fame of Christe extreamely maligned Fearing this to be that great sou'raigne lordly Monarcha Sin-par'dning Iesus foretold long since by Sybilla And he remembred well what plagues were duly denounced When greate grand-dame Eue with a bitter sweete he beguyled Therefore now he begins and takes occasion offred When fouretimes ten dayes from meate and drinck he refrained And in desert kept he begins him thus to be tempting With colored friendship concealed treachery cloaking Shall the coaeternall and consubstantial ofspring Of God soemany dayes and soemany nights be a fasting Shall those purpled cheekes which earst so cheareful apeared Looke thus pale and wan with too much penury pinched Make these stones to be bread for I know if Sonne to the Thundrer Speake but a woord its doone let cretures serue the Creator But when he heard of Christe that grace from mighty Iehoua Strengthned more than bread and fed man more than a Manna Then with a new stratageme to the Templs towre he repayred And Christe soe Christe would on a pynacle high he reposed Saying Leape to the ground if thou be the Sonne to the Mighty Thy Fathers Angels are prest at an inch to receaue thee Yet when he heard Christe say that God was not to be tempted And that hee alwayes had foole hardy presumption hated Sith both thse proou'd naught last cast hee began to be prouing And with spitefull rage his latest part to be playing For when hee had brought Christe by Christs permission only Vnto a huge mountaine which gaue full view to the glory Of world and worlds wealth World and worlds wealth wil I giue thee Sayd this damned fiend if thou wilt learne to obey mee Here Christe with iust zeale and indignation vrged That malapert rashnes with these woords boldly rebuked Get thee away Sathan to the burning lake of Auernus Woorship alone is due to the sou'raigne Lord of Olympus Then with dead despaire Christe toowell knowne hee relinquisht Sith that hee saw himself and all his villany vanquisht Lying Serpent thus confounded an Angel apeared And long-fasting Christe with chearefull foode he refreshed Thenceforth Christe his life was noething els but a teaching Preaching and woorking of woonders woorthy the woondring Sicke are whole lame goe dumbe speake blynde see the Redeemer Hearing's giu'n to the deafe and clensed skynne to the leaper Netts eu'n burst with fish and full boates gin to be sincking Water made to be wyne makes brydegroome greatly reioycing Wyndes are whist with a woord and blustring storms be repressed And foaming seaes waues to a firme walk mightily changed Diu'ls roare out for feare and haste their heauy departure Which tormented men with tootoo woeful a torture Fiue loaues twooe fishes fiue thousand fully refreshed Yet twelue baskets full with broaken meate be reserued Seu'n loaues feaw fishes foure thousand fully refreshed Yet seu'n baskets fyld with broaken meate be reserued Elias came downe to behold life-giuer Iesus And Moses rose vp to behold soule-sauer Iesus His face shyn'de as sunne himself transform'd in a moment Surpassing brightnes did stand in steede of a garment Mount Tabor glistred sweete voyce came downe from Olympus Heare my beloued sonne my dearely beloued Iesus Yea dead men lyued yet Iewes causd him to be dying Whoe raisd Lazarus vp whoe dead Gyrle made to be lyuing The Passion Buryall and Resurrection of Christe CHriste whose blessed byrth causd Angells for to be singing Christe whose louing life forst diu'ls themselus to be wondryng Christe whose bitter death made templs vayle to he rentyng Grau's to be op'nyng earth to be quaking heu'ns to be lowring Geue mee the grace sweete Christe since euery thing is a mournyng For to recount these pangs this crosse this death by my mournyng When that apoynted fight that feareful combat aproached Fight with pangs of death and hells vnsuffrable horrors Combat with mans syns and Gods vnspeakable anger Then cursed capten Caiphas with his hellish adhaerents Contryued platforms conspyred ioyntly togeather For to beetray that man which was mans only redeemer Yf that he hould on thus such wonders stil to be working Then farewell Pharisees with Scribes and onely renowmed High Priests and therfore its more than tyme to preuent hym Yet forbeare for a while till solempne feasts be determynd Least this strange murder may chaunce to be cause of an vproare O dyuine doctors deuout Priests woorthy protectors Of Salomons temple good graybeards that for a feast day Can vouchsaufe to delay this murder this bloody outrage Not for loue of God but for this feare of an vproare But Christe foreknowing theyr treachery came to the leper Leper Symons howse in Bethany where when he supped Mary remembring how herself was lately released From seu'n tormenters kneeld downe to her only redeemer Washte his blessed feete with trickling teares that abounded Wypte liys blessed feete with her hayre that sweetly beseemed Kyst his blessed feete and heade and feete then anoynted With precious sweete balme with most odoriferus oyntment But that most cursed caytiue that greedy deuouring Murdrer cutthroate thiefe with his hellish treason abounding Iudas Iscariot stil bent to the bag to the budgett Gan to repyne and grudge that this soe costly anoyntment Was thus wasted away which might haue beene by the purser Sould and geu'n to the poore but alas this traiterus abiect Meant t' enrich hymself and not to be good to the needy As by his accursed stratagems it playnly apeared For when hee lost this pray his master he deadly maligned And balme box broaken brake Iudas hartful of enuy Damnable infernall outragius horrible enuy Soe that noe myschief noe part of a theefe or a murdrer Was by the vile reprobate by the damned villen omytted Vntil hee had this losse as hee tooke it fully recou'red Vntil hee had for gaine his master falsly betrayed Christe fro the mount Olyuet with an asse coms seellyly ryding Poorely without any pompe to the pompous cytty repayring Some with flowring bowes his wayes had freshly adorned Some with fragrant flowres his passage sweetly prepared Some causd they garments by the highe way side to be scattred Euery man cry de out with chearefull voyce to the heauens Hosanna sweete vmpe of Dauids gracius of-spring Hosanna to the King almighty of Israel holy Hosanna to the Lord of Lords to the prince of Olympus Soe that on euery syde Hosanna sweetly resounded And sweete Hosanna from rocks with an eccho rebounded Yt was a plague to the Priests to the fatbely Priests to behould this Yt was a death to the Scribes to the scraping Scribes to abyde this Yt was a hell to the prowd Pharisees for a truth to beleeue this Yet t'was a ioy to the yong and ould for a truth to report this And for a
anguish Vnto the self same trade which makes theyr glory the greater Tush say they can God fro the highest heu'ns to the lowest Earth vouchsaulf thinck you those Prince like eyes to be bowing Tis but a vaine conceipt of fooles to be fondly referring Euery iesting trick and trifling toy to the Thundrer For loe these be the men whose soules are sear'd with an yron And yet these be the men whoe rule and raigne with aboundance These and whoe but these Why then what meane I to lift vp Cleane hands and pure hart to the heu'ns What meane I to offer Praise and thanksgeuing to the Lord What meane I to suffer Such plagues with patience Yea and almost had I spoken Eu'n as they did speake which thought noe God to be guyding But soe should I alas haue iudgd thyfolk to be luckles Thy sons forsaken thy saincts vnworthily haples Then did I thick and muse and search what might be the matter But yet I could not alas conceaue soe hidden a woonder Vntil I left myself and all my thoughts did abandon And to thy sacred place to thy Sanct'uary lastly repayred Then did I see ô Lord these mens vnfortunat endings Endings meete and fit for their vngodly beginnings Then did I see how they did stand in slippery places Lifted aloft that their downefalling might be the greater Lyuing Lord how soone is this theyr glory triumphant Dasht confounded gone drownd in destruction endles Their fame's soone outworne theyr name's extinct in a moment Lyke to a dreame that lynes by a sleepe and dyes with a slumber Thus my soule did greeue my hart did languish in anguish Soe blynde were myne eyes my minde soe plunged in error That noe more than a beast did I know this mystery sacred Yet thou heldst my hande and keptst my soule fro the dungeon Thou didst guyde my feete and mee with glory receauedst For what in heu'n or in earth shal I loue or woorthyly wonder But my most good God my Lord and mighty Iehoua Though my flesh oft faint my hart's oft drowned in horror God neuer fayleth but wilbe my mighty protector Such as God forsake and take to a slippery comfort Trust to a broken staffe and taste of woorthy reuengement In my God therefore my trust is wholly reposed And his name wil I praise and sing his glory renowned ⸫ The hundred and fourth Psalme LYuing Lord my soule shall praise thy glory triumphant Sing thy matchles might and shew thine infinit honnor Euerlasting light thou putst on like as a garment And purple-mantled welkyn thou spreadst as a courtayne Thy parlor pillers on waters strangely be pitched Clowdes are thy charyots and blustring wyndes be thy coursers Immortal Spyrits be thy euer-dutiful Harrolds And consuming fires as seruants dayly be wayting All-maintaining earths foundation euer abydeth Layd by the Lords right-hand with seas and deeps as a garment Cou'red seaes and deepes with threatning waues to the huge hills Clyming but with a beck theyr billowes speedily backward All doe recoyle with a check their course is changd on a soddaine At thy thundring voyce they quake And soe doe the mountaines Mount vpward with a woord and soe alsoe doe the valleys Downe with a woord discend and keepe their places apoynted Theyr meares are fixed theyr bancks are mightily barred Theyr bounds knowne least that man-feeding earth by the rage of Earth-ouerwhelming waters might chaunce to be drowned Stil-springing fountaines distil fro the rocks to the ryuers And christall riuers flow ouer along by the mountaines There will wylde asses theyr scorched mouthes be refreshing And field-feeding beasts theyr thirst with water abating There by the wel-welling waters by the syluer-abounding Brookes fayre-flying fowles on flowring bancks be abyding There shall sweete-beckt byrds theyr bowres in bows be a building And to the waters fall theyr warbling voyce be a runing Yea those sun-burnt hills and mountains all to be scorched Cooling clowds doe refresh and watery dewe fro the heauens Earth sets forth thy woorks earth-dwellers all be thy wonders Earth earth-dwelling beasts with flowing grasse is a feeding Earth earth-dwelling men with pleasant hearbes is a seruing Earth brings harts-ioy wine earth-dwelling men to be hartning Earth breedes chearing oyles earth-dwelling man to be smoothing Earth beares lifes-foode bread earth-dwelling men to be strengthning Tall trees vp-mounting Cedars are chearefuly springing Cedars of Libanus where fowles theyr neasts be preparing And Storkes in Firr-trees make their accustomed harbors Wylde goates doaes and roaes dooe roue and range by the mountains And poore seelly conyes to the ragged rocks be repayring Night-enlightning Moone for certaine tymes is apoynted And all-seeing Sunne knows his due tyme to be sitting Sunne once soe sitting darck night wraps all in a mantle All in a black mantle then beasts creepe out fro the dungeons Roaring hungry Lions theyr pray with greedy deuouring Clawes and sawes attend but by Gods only apoyntment When Sunne riseth againe theyr dens they quickly recouer And there couch all day that man may safely the day time His dayes woorke apply til day giue way to the darknes O good God wise Lord good Lord and only the wise God Earth sets foorth thy woorks earth-dwellers all be thy wonders Soe be seaes alsoe greate seaes full fraught with aboundant Swarms of creeping things great small there shipps be a sayling And there lyes tumbling that monsterus huge Leuiathan All these begg theyr foode and all these on thee be wayting If that thou stretch out thyne hand they feede with aboundance If thou turne thy face they all are mightily troubled If that thou withdraw their breath they dye in a moment And turne quickly to dust whence they were lately deriued If thy spirite breathe their breath is newly created And the decayed face of th' earth is quickly reuiued O then glory to God to the Lord then glory for euer Whoe in his owne great woorks may worthily glory for euer This Lord lookes to the earth and steedfast earth is a trembling This God toutcheth mounts and mountains huge be a smoaking All my life wil I lawd this Lord whylst breath is abyding In my breast this breath his praise shall stil be a breathing Heare my woords my Lord accept this dutiful offring That my soule in thee may euermore be reioycing Roote the malignant race race out theyr damnable ofspring But my soule ô Lord shall praise thy glory triumphant Sing thy matchles might and shew thyne infinit honnor FINIS
those babes that dy'de when merciles Herode Seeking one chyldes death many Mothers made to be chyldeles Blessed most blessed chyldren whose tymely departure Parted theyr sweete sowles from such and soemany thowsand Woes who dyed afore they knew what t'was to be synnyng And fro the damnable earth to the highest heau'ns be remoued Lyke to a Lilly before it chaunce by the frost to be nypped They in stead of mouths theyre throates then sweetely did open And for want of woords powr'd foorth theyr blood to the heauen O straunge thing these babes are now with glory triumphing Which yet neuer afore did taste any part of a fighting Theyr yong heads with crownes of Martyrdome be adorned Ere any tender lockes had theyre heads sweetly bedecked Yea theyr feete that on earth were neuer seene to be treading Walk in Olympus now and there in ioy be abiding But Peeters gray heares draw graceles face to the graues-dore Peeters long lyuing makes Peeters sowle to be doating Peeter lyu's yea lyu's to deny his mayster Iësus Lyu's yea lyu's to renounce his lord and mayster Iësus Lyu's and yet forsakes forsweares lyfe-geauer Iësus Christe who might commaund that glorius hoaste of Olympus Those spotles spirites those euer-dutiful angels Sought found and tooke vs from soemany soemany thowsands Vs ragged fishers from soemany soemany thowsands Vs poore poorest sowles of soemany soemany thowsands Yet we alas his loue haue most vnlouely rewarded And this most kinde Christe haue most vnkindly requited Wee most cursed crewe of soemany soemany thowsands Wee woorst vipers broode of soemany soemany thowsands Wee the detestedst twelue of soemany soemany thowsands One with a cursed kisse his deare Lord falsly betrayed Ten fled back for feare when death and danger aproached And I the woorst of twelue yea after soemany greate woords Leaft forsooke forsware Lord Sou'raigne Mayster Iësus Whyl'st poore Peeter thus with mynde extreamely molested With deepe fobbs and sighs with streames of teares that abounded Washed away those spotts and most syncearely repented Mornyng came at last and then those damnable owtcasts That condemned Christe did bring hym bound to be slaughtred bound bruysd and beaten to the Romayne Deputy Pilate Pilate who for a Iudg of lyfe and death was apoynted In meane tyme Iudas possest with desperat horrors Clog'd with a synfull sowle with a dogged deadly repentance Coms with his afterclapps when he see's his mayster Iesus Thus condemnd to the death and runs in a rage to the high Priests Saying Synned I haue that guyltles blood to betray thus Yf thou haue synned say they looke thou to be plagued What care wee for that w'haue kept tutch giu'n thee thy wages That woefull wages drew my destruction onward That graceles guerdon my death vntymely procured That brybe bred my bane Take there your Mammon among you Take back your bloody brybe soe threw theyr syluer among them And flinging headlong enrag'de with an hellish Erynnis Hangd hymself on a tree fit death for treachery faythles His loathed carkas was an ougly detestable obiect Spectacle infamous most fearefull sighte to the people With gutts gushing foorth wyth bowells broken asunder Loe here you Traytors your treasons iustly rewarded Your Mayster Iudas himself hath rightly requyted Your Mayster Iudas dealt soe that now to the worlds end Of that name Iudas each traytor's named a Iudas Euery faythles fryend from that tyme's called a Iudas Marck Peeters weakenes marck Iudas villany fly from Both dead despayring and too much hasty presumyng Peeter started asyde for feare of death with a faynt harte Iudas slyded back for loue of a bribe with a false harte Peeter by and by wept sore and truly repented Iudas neuer againe came home but deadly repyned Iudas thus bursting highe Priests and Scribes be amased And consulting long at last they fully resolued With that cursed coyne some peace of ground to be buying For straungers buryall with a fayned sanctyty cloaking That cursed bloodshed that most vnnatural owtrage Soe this pryce of blood was payd for a fyeld of a potter Called a fyeld of blood for a signe of this bloody murder Christ is brought to the barr sir Pilate sits as a bencher Priests be his accusers many captall crymes many treasons And many seditions were there obiected against him Soe much sayd nought prou'd Christ standing seellyly sylent By smoothing Pilates commaunde was sent to the Tetrarche Herodes Tetrarche of Galyly there to be iudged Sith Christ seem'd to belong t'his Iurisdiction only Herode greatly reioyst and looked for many woonders When Christe came But Christe with sylence wysely rebuked This Tetrarchs tatling and Priests vnruely reuylings Herode contemn'd Christe when hee saw noe hope of a wonder Sent hym back for a foole to the first iudg deputy Pilate All in a long whyte coate for a scornefull mockery cloathed Thus poore Christ meeke lambe was tost fro the poast to the piller Wandring here and there hence thence fro the Woolf to the slaughter Pilate seeing Christ fro the Tetrarch saufly retorned Spake to the Priests and Scribes This man seem's stil to be guyltles Herode sends him back its best hee be whipt for a frantike And soe loost at large for I know you looke for a prisner At this feast of course say then whoe shalbe released Barrabas or Iesus What needest thou to be asking O pytyfull Pilate thou know'st theyr only desyring Is t'haue Christ murdred thou giust this lambe to the woolus iawes Kill kill Christ say they and geue vs Barrabas only Barrabas in theeuing and murdring barbarus owtlaw Then people pleasing Pilate cauld Christ to be scourged And in a scornefull sort to the Iews to be newly produced But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Pilate seeing Christe by the sowldyers all to be scourged Causd him then for a mock with a crowne of thorns to be crowned With royall garments and roabes of purple adorned And in a throane placed with a reede in his hand for a scepter Some mockt some spytted some kneeld and fynely saluted Hayle ô King of Iews for same and glory renowmed Some with his owne scepter that sweete face all to be bruysed Euery one tooke paynes that noe paynes might be omytted Noeman spar'd any cost least Christ might chaunce to be spared Yet this was not enough t'appease theyr villany monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Pilates wife in a dreame with Christ then greatly molested Perswades her good man for feare that he might be released Yet noe dreames would serue t' appease theyr villany monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Then iust iudg Pilate in an open shew to the people His pure hands forsooth with greate solempnyty washed Thincking soe fro the guylt of guyltles blood to be quytted Noe wynde noe water could stay theyr villanv monstrous But kill kill they cry and crucify crucify Iesus Crucify coosnyng Christe his death and blood be requyted On Iews that now lyue and Iewish progeny after Caesars saythfull
Festring sores with grosse corruption euer abounding Festring sores and wounds fro my synfull folly proceeding My pain's soe greeuous my griefe soe greate that it vrgeth Mee wyth a pale dead face and crooked lyms to be creeping Myne inslamed loynes are filld withfilthy diseases And noe part vntutcht noe peece vnwounded apeareth Faynt and feeble I am sore bruysed soe that I can not But roare out for griefe of sowle and horrible anguish Lord thou knowst my desyre thou seest my dayly bewaylings Hart hartles doth pant and strengthles strength is abated Sightles sight is gone and fryends vnfryendly departed And vnkynde kynsmen my wounded carkas abhorring Looke but a greate way of but come not neare to my comfort Thus forsaken I am forlorne contemptible abiect They that sought my life layd secrete snares to betray mee And to deuoure my blood conspyred dayly togeather And I for all this alas poore foole stood feellyly sylent Lyke to a man that's deaf and seem's not a woord to be hearing Lyke to a man that's dumbe and fear's his mouth to be op'nyng For my fayth and trust in thee my Lord I reposed Thou must pleade my cause and by thee I must be defended Lord I desyre that these my foes may not be triumphing Ouer a contryte sowle for when my foote was a slipping Then they laught and scornd and seem'd to be greatly reioycing And in truth my God my plagues are dayly renued And my bleeding wounds lye always open afore mee Alwayes in my sight for I must and will my detested Fylthy detested lyfe confesse with an heauy remembryng Harty repentyng sowle But alas my deadly malignyng Foes are much increaste in might and number abounding These men alas for that my sowle theyr fylthynes hated Life with death ô Lord and good with bad be requyting Helpe ô Lord my God make haste draw neare to the needy Help ô God my Lord and my saluation only The fiftith Psalme GOd the triumphant God th'aeternall greate God of all Gods Hath sent foorth Summons with a thūdring voyce fro the heauēs World-warnyng Summons commaunding all in a moment All from th' east to the weast to be prest and make an aparance And performe theyr suyte to the court to the greate to the high court Greate high Syons court sweete Syon where hee apeareth With surpassing grace exceeding bewty abounding God shal come shal come with a voyce al-mightyly sounding Greedy deuouring fyre shall goe with glory before hym And blustring tempests shall roare with terror about hym Heu'n from aboue shal hee call and quaking earth to bewytnes Of this iust edict and sentence rightly pronounced Bring my Saints sayth God goe bring my Saints to my presence Which haue vow'd theyre harts and sworne theyr sowles to my seruyce And of this iudgment from iudg almighty proceeding Those bright-burnyng gloabes of Christal-mantled Olympus Shalbe reporters true and alwayes shalbe recorders Heare mee my deare flock and thou ô Israel heare mee Heare me thy God thy Lord and know that I am not agreeued Nor displeased a whytt for want of customed offrings Burnt offrings sacrifice and Honnors due to my altars What doe I care for a Goate or what doe I care for a Bullock Sith Goates and Bullocks and beasts that range by the deserts Sith cattell feeding on a thousand hills be my owne goods Myne owne proper goods be the fowles that fly to the mountaynes Myne be the beasts that run by the fyelds and watery fountayns If that I hunger alas what neede I to tell thee I hunger Sith that th' earth is myne and all that on earth is abyding Thinck not thinck not alas that I take any ioy to be eating Bulls flesh thinck not alas that I take a delyte to be dryncking Goates blood guyltles blood but make acceptable offring Of thanks-geuyng hart and pay thy vowes to the highest Call me to help when soe thou findst thyself to be helples Cry for grace when soe thou thinckst thy sowle to be past grace And I wil heare and help giue grace and strongly protect thee And thou lawde and loue sing serue and woorthyly prayse mee But with a frownyng looke this God spake thus to the godles With what face dar'st thou my sacred name be prophanyng With those lying lipps and mouth with murder abounding With what face dar'st thou with a fyled tong be professing And by defyled lyfe and fowled sowle be denying With what face dar'st thou for an ostentation only Seeke to reforme others thyself soe fowly deformed When thou meet'st with a thief thou seek'st by theft to bethryuyng And walkst syde by syde as a copsemate sit for adulters Thy moutli's made to beguyle and monstrous villany vttreth Thy lipps let foorth lyes thy tongue vntruly defameth Thyne owne mothers sonne these these be thy holy proceedings These be thy works sith that I seem'd for a while to be sylēt Thou thoughtst wicked thought my thoughts were lyke to thy owne thoughts And soe runnst headlong But I come but plagues be aproaching And when I come then I stryke whē I stryke thē I beate thee to powder Thy bloody thoughts Iewde words vile deeds wil I open in order And shew all to thy face which thou shalt see to thy sorrow Know and acknowledg to thy owne confusion endles You that forget God thinck on thus least hee remember And forget not you but roote you out in his anger Then shall noeman come your damned sowles to delyuer Prayse and thancks-giuing is a most acceptable offring And if a man by my lawes his conuersation order Vnto the same I myself wil my saluation offer The threescore and thirteenth Psalme GOD th' aeternall God noe doubt is good to the godly Giuing grace to the pure and mercy to Israel holy And yet alas my seete my saynt feete gan to be slyding And I was almost gone and fall'n to a dangerous error For my soule did grudg my hart consumed in anger And myne eyes disdayng'd when I saw that such men abounded With wealth health and ioy whose myndes with myschif abounded Theyr body stowt and strong theyr lyms stil lyuely apearing Neyther feare any panges of death nor feele any sicknes Some still mourne they laughe some lyue vnfortunat euer They for ioy doe triumphe and taste aduersyty neuer Which makes them with pryde with scorneful pryde to be chayned And with blood-thirsting disdaigne as a roabe to becou'red Theyr fare is delicate theyr flesh is dayntyly pampred Theyr eyes with fatnes start out theyr greedy deuouring Gutts swell with swylling and what fonde fancy desyreth Or lewd lust lyketh that fortune fryendly afordeth Themselus most synfull cause others for to be synners With theyr poysn'd breath and vile contagius humors They check scorne controlle looke ouer looke with a lordlyke Imperious countnance theyr mouth fowle blasphemy vttreth And fro the forlorne earth to the heu'ns disdaingfuly mounteth This surpassing pompe and pryde allureth a nomber Eu'n of Gods owne flock flock weake and weary with