Almightie God I pray, his holy spirite to send the iust mannes hart stedfast to stay, and wicked liues to mend. Wilson, Christopher, ballad-writer. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A15501 of text S102158 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 25766). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A15501 STC 25766 ESTC S102158 99837957 99837957 2308 2240871324

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A15501) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2308) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1052:16) Almightie God I pray, his holy spirite to send the iust mannes hart stedfast to stay, and wicked liues to mend. Wilson, Christopher, ballad-writer. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Without Aldersgate, in little Britaine: by Alex. Lacy., Imprinted at London : The. 16. of August. 1566. In verse. Poem on anagram: Tempus edax rerum time bryngethe al thynges to an ende quod Christopher Wilson. Includes also poem beginning "Some hope you see," printed in column on right side of page. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng eebo Almightie God I pray, his holy spirite to send: the iust mannes hart stedfast to stay, and wicked liues to mend. Wilson, Christopher, ballad-writer 1566 1 1187 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Almightie God I pray , his Holy spirite to send : The iust mannes hart stedfast to stay , and wicked liues to mend . True tryall touchyng truth , time trimly here doth trye : Except the Scribes therfore we passe in righteousnes , we dye . Myndes many mooued bée , all truth to establysh : Papes popish puft in Plutoes pride , all popery here doe wysh . Voyde from them all good men , which godly be in mynde : Sith Sathan assaileth some so sore , and styl their harts doth blynde . Embrace and loue the Truth , on Christs syde stifly stand : Deny the Pope Sathan the Turke , reiect them quite from hand . And neuer wish in wyll , with wicked men t'agrée : Xp̄e saith we can not their wayes hould , and eke his seruaunts be . Reiect , and expell quite , that which displease God may : Encline to Christ , the truth embrace , be sure thereon to stay . Reioyce though Rigour raunge , and run for to obtayne : Vpon thée persecution beare , great ioyes to haue agayne . Muse nothyng on these dayes , but wey the time now frayle : The tryed truth time vnder treades , in time truth wyl preuayle . In time the wicked laugh , in time the iust lament : Muse not therfore , the iust to trie , the Lordes wyl now is bent . Employ thy wyll and mynd , to the Scriptures deuine : Be not seduced in no wyse , from truth doe not decline . Refuse ( yf faith thou hast ) a Christian dumme to bée : Yelde out thy talent with encrease , and looke thy faith be frée . No doubt yf dumme thou lurke , clokyng thy faith for feare : God wyl thée plague , and to good men , thy faint faith wyl appeare . Enclyne thine eare hereto , and this well vnderstand : Trie out the sence hereof by truth , all wickednesse withstand . Heauen with the Lorde of Lordes , we shall not inherite : Except our righteousnes far passe the Scribe and hipocrite . All wicked men we sée , now glorie much in mynd : Lookyng for masse , an Idoll which to them hath ben full kynd . Truely those naughtie men , thinke now within short time : Here , for Iesus Christes true worde , to plant Sathans doctrine . Yea styll they hope in déede , and styll looke for a day : No doubt , Christs gospel to exclude , & popes lawes to beare sway . God saue our noble Quéene , Lorde graunt this we requyre : Emong vs here long shée may raigne , and cut short papes desyre . Send out thy wrath ( O Lorde ) confound with open shame : Those which in hart vnto her grace , long lyfe doe not proclaime . Out pull those hatefull harts , which in spight rage and boyle : Against thy truth , her grace , good men ( O Lorde ) thou canst them foyle . Nothyng but wickednesse , such in their hartes embrace , Emong vs here although they say , and beare out a smooth face . Now Lorde thy flocke defend , Lorde blesse thine heritage : Direct thy spirit ouer vs all , in this our time and age . Encourage vs against rageyng Sathan alway , Quicken our myndes , strength vs herein , O Lorde to thée we pray : Vouch safe eke on those men , thy heauenlie spirite to send , O Lorde enspire them with thy grace , their erryng liues t' amend . Destroy all errours here , illuminate their hart : Call home all those which haue run wyde , to the truth them conuart . Heale those which broken be ( O Lorde I say ) in mynd : Reduce and bryng to thée in truth , all wicked Iewes vnkynd . Infidels and eke Turkes , Paganes which know thée not : So shall we all be to thée one inheritaunce and lot . Tread vnder and suppresse all vice , and eke expell Our hollow harted hipocrites , which loue not thy Gospell : Put in their harts such grace ( O Lorde ) that they may now : Hope in thée their eternall God , and to thée their hartes bow . Euer to watch and pray , as thou hast taught the same : Ready to be with oyle in lampe , heauen with thée to attaine . Wée hopyng on thée thus , all vayne hope now confound : In heauen with thée at length wyl we thy worthy praise forth sound . Lorde graunt that we may raigne , in ioyes celestiall : Such as wyl styl thy foes remaine , shall to paynes infernall . O Lorde graunt this request , Lorde let thy kyngdome cum : Now watch and pray we wyll , for whye ? Tempus edax rerum . FINIS . ( ꝙ ) Christopher Wilson .
SOme hope you sée , ( The more pitie ) Not in the Lorde of might : Whose harts and mynd , His wayes should fynd , To prayse him day and night . With hart and voyce , They should reioyce , Onely in Christ I say : And not to hope , To sée the Pope , With his lawes to beare sway . Lament I doe , Here to sée nowe , The ioyes that some be in : Wyshyng for Masse , I say alas , The cloke of filthy sin . I may here write , And truth endite , Affyrme plainely and say : The worde of truth , ( The more is ruth ) Is sowne in stonie way . For all teachyng , And true preachyng , Some harts be hard as stéele : There is no way , Their harts to stay , Or cause them truth to séele . But stoute they be , In all Poperie , As by this man doth séente : Whose shamelesse face , Put forth this case , And bad his neighbours deme : Where best should be , To make ( ꝙ he ) An aulter for our Masse : Let vs first be , Herein ( ꝙ he ) It wyll thus come to passe . This fréend of Popes , Offred ten grotes , This aulter there to make : Where masse should be . Haue here ( ꝙ he ) This money mine here take . Lorde our Quéene saue , We cry and craue , In godlie state alway : Defend her grace , Long time and space , Emong vs here we pray .

Imprinted at London without Aldersgate , in little Britaine : by Alex. Lacy. The. 16. of August . 1566.