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 eng Prayers -- Early works to 1800. eebo Here after followeth twoo fruitfull and godly praiers : the one in laude and prayse of the trinitie, and the other desiryng grace to with stande the f n/a 1545 9 1638 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. 2014-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-04 Sampled and proofread 2014-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

Here after foloweth twoo fruitfull and godly praiers / the one in laude and prayse of the trinitie / and the other desiryng grace to with stande the feare of death .

❧ Imprynted at London / in Paules ❧ churcheyarde by Rycharde Lante / and Rycharde Bankes . Anno Domini , M , D , XLV .

Cum pri ; uilegio ad imprimendum solum ,

A prayer to the trinitie O Holy God of dredfull maiestie Verely one / three / and three in one Who in angels serue whose werkes all creaturs be Whiche heuen and earth / directest all a lone We thee beseche good lorde / with whofull mone Spare vs wretches / and washe a waye our gylt That wee bee not / by thy iust anger spilt ❧ In straight ballance / of rigorus iudgement If thou shouldest / our synnes ponder and waye Who able wer / to beare thy punishement The whole engyn / of all this worlde I saie The engyn / that endure shall for aie With suche examinacion / maie not stande Space of one moment / in thy angry hande . ❧ Who is not borne / in synne originall Who dooth not actuall synne / in sundry wise But thou art he good lorde / that sparest all With piteouse mercie / temperyng iustice For as thou dooest / to vs rewardes deuise Aboue our merites / so dooest thou dispence Thy punishment / far vnder our offence . ❧ More is thy mercie lorde / then all our syn To geue theim / that vnworthy bee More goodly is / and more mercie therin How bee it / worthie inough are thei perdie Bee thei neuer so vnworthie / whom that he List to accept / where so euer be taketh Whom he vnworthy fyndeth / worthie maketh ❧ Wherfore good lorde / that aye mercifull art Vnto thy grace / and soueraigne dignitee Wee sely wretches / crye with wofull harte Our synnes forget / and our malignitee With piteous yies / of thy benignitee Frendly loke on vs / once thyne owne we bee Seruauntes or synners / whether it liketh thee ❧ Synners / if thou our cryme beholde certain The cryme / the werke / of our vncurtese mynde But if thy giftes / thou beholde again Thy giftes noble / wonderfull and kynde Thou shalt vs then / the same persones fynde Whiche are to thee and haue been / by long space Seruauntes by nature / children by thy grace . ❧ But this thy goodned / wryngeth vs alas For we whom grace / had made thy children dere Are made thy gylty folke / by our trespas Synne hath vs gilty made / this many a yere But let thy grace / thy grace that hath no pere Of our offence / surmounten all the preace That in our synne / thy honor maie encreace . Hor though thy goodnes / through thy mightie power Mate otherwise appeare sufficiently As thynges / whiche thy creatures euery oure With one voyce / declare and testify Thy goodnes yet / thy syngular mercy Thy petious harte / thy gracious indulgence Nothyng so clerely sheweth / as our offence . What but our syn / hath shewed the mighty loue Whiche able was / thy dredfull maiestie To drawe downe in to earth / from heuen aboue And crucifie god / that we pore wretches wee Should from our filthy synnes / clensed bee With bloode and water / of thyne owne syde That stremed / from thy blessed woundes wyde . ❧ Why loue and pitie / thus O heuenly kyng Our ciuill maketh matter / of thy goodnes O loue O pitte / our welth aye well prouidyng O goodnes seruyng / thy seruauntes in destres O loue O pitie / well nigh now thankeles O goodnes mightie / gracious and wyse And yet almoste vanquished with our vise . ❧ Graunt good lorde / suche hete into my hart That into this loue of thyne / mate bee egall , Graunt me from satans seruice to estart With whom me ruith / so long to haue been thrall Graunte me good lorde / and creator of all The flame to quenche / of all synnefull desire And in thy loue / set all my harte a fyre . ❧ That when the iournay / of this dedly life My sely ghoste / hath finished and thence Departe muste / with out his fleshely wife A loue into his lordes high presence He maye the fynde / O well of indulgence In thy lordeshippe / not as a lorde but rather As a very louyng and tender father . Finis
A prayer against the fere of death . O Lorde Iesu / the onely health of men liuyng And life euerlastyng / of thē whiche faithfull dy I moste wretched synner / doo giue to the praisyng And wholy submit myself / to thy greate mercy Nothyng can bee compared / vnto thy pity None truly can perishe / that putteth their trust in the wherfore moste louyng lord / haue mercy now on me Haue mercy & pity on me / I say / moste merciful lord whiche humbly beseche the / to giue me now thy grace That I may now willyngly / forsake al frail discord Pertainyng to this life / now graunt me tyme & space Here to dispise this fleshe / that I maye se thy face I trust moste blessed lorde / in thy compassion More clerely for to rise / in my resurreccion . ❧ O mercifull Iesu / I humbly crye to thee that the wilt by thy grace / make sure & strong my soule Against the fere of death / my flesh sore troubleth me That from temptacions / my corporall yies may roule And that I maye se the / with the yies of my soule This mercifully here me / auert from me thy sworde Of thy indignacion / accordyng to thy worde . ❧ Lorde vnder the buckler / of mercy thou me kepe Like as thou hast preserued / thy holy marters all whom thou madest ouercome / the ferce tormentes depe Of their greuous death / & broughte thē out of thrall That I maye haue like grace / to the I hartely call Haue mercy on my soule / when it passeth my boby Which of his own kind / worketh nought but misery ❧ I acknowledge my self / that I am destytute Of all sucker and help / nothyng I worke but synne Of my selfe good lorde / but yet I make my sute Puttyng my trust in the / at length heuen to wynde For my confidence / onely good lorde is in The my lorde and sauiour / Iesu my saluacion By the merites of thy death / and of thy passion . No merites nor good workes / now of myself I haue Before the to knowledge / wherfore my flesh doth quake But only it lieth in the good lorde / my soule to saue Not able I am to the / for my synnes amendes to make Through thy mercy by faith / yet in thy blod I take A perfect hope & trust / thou wilt not impute my syne But accept into thy grace / through the heuen to winne Thou mercifull lorde / which borne was for my sake And for me a synner / great tormentes & great payne Thou hast in erth here take / from sine me for to wake To hange vpon the crosse / thy selfe didst not abstain To haue thy syde wide open / no smart the didst refrain To shed thy precious blode / the barest to man such loue Non might bide such smart / for man this wil I proue Make all these thy paynes / good lorde to profet me Let thy most precious blode / my soule & body clense Let the smart passion / whiche thou suffred on tre Satisfy for my synnes / I cannot make no mense Of my self good lorde / so opprest I am with senes Let thy righteousnes / my vnrighteousnes hyde Washe from me my synnes / that I from the not slide ❧ Gyue me grace O lorde / I wauer not in faith But to be firme and stable / in the O liuyng god My hope and saluacion / thus the scriptures saith This fleshe do not confounde me / the I shuld tast thy rod That my loue and charite / to the bee not doune trod Finally the weakenes / of this my fleshely breth Ouercome be not / at any tyme with the fere of death ☞ Graunt me o mercifull lorde / as my trust is in thee That when death shutteth vp / the yies of my body The yies of my soule / to the liftned maye be By true faith and hope / to liue eternally where as is no discorde / no payne nor misery But euerlastyng peace / whiche no toungue can tell But euer shall induer / for euer I know right well This when death shall take / away my tounge & voyce yet my harte maye crye / and saie to the O lorde In thy holy handes / now let my soule reioyce Like a louyng father / accordyng to thy worde Let not my soule suffer / the ier of thy sworde This bothe soule and body / to the I doo commende To whom bee honor and prayse / euer without ende .

Amen .