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
to thée and I shalbe tourned for thou arte my maker I am the claye and worke of thy handes Turne not thy face awaie from me nor goe not from thy seruaunt in thine anger Be my helper and forsake me not despise me not O lorde whiche art my GOD and my healthe Amen The second Psalme for remission of synnes O Moste mightie God of Aungels and of men whose iudgemeÌ„tes bée vnsearchable whose wisedome is profounde and depe Heare the praiers of thy seruaunt and cast not awaie the huÌ„ble sutes of thy poore creature and handie worke For as long as I shal liue I will speake vnto thee and I will not hold my peace so long as the breathe is in my bodie I doe tourne my soule vnto thee and I set myne eyes directly vpon thee Let thyne anger bée tourned awaie from me I besech thee and graunt that I maie finde grace and fauoure in thy sight Accordyng to thy greatenesse of the merrie forgiue me all my synnes Plucke me awaie from myne heinous offences and heale my soule whiche hath offended thee make me free from the guilte of my transgression for I acknowledge my iniquitie and am sorie for my synnes I haue forsaken thy waie and I knowyng thy commaundementes haue dooen all thinges coÌ„trary to them I haue broken the couenauÌ„t that I made with thee and haue despised to keepe thy lawe Uerely I haue synned against thee O lorde God and the blemishe of my synneâ— bideth still with me euen vnto this daie I haue forsaken thee O God my maker and gone awaie from thee my sauiour and haue rebelled againste thee like the Ore that winceth and striueth when he 〈◊〉 â—o yoked I haue hâ—â—denâ—d my harte againste thee and I haue lifted vp my necke proudly after 〈◊〉 â— haue trusted in â—yes and through deâ—eipte would not knowledge thee but I haue folowed the lâ—udnesse of my harte My 〈◊〉 and arrogancie haue begiled me and the fooliâ—â— boldnesse of my harte hath broughte me into desolate waies Myne own counsailes and aduises haue wroughte me these thynges Suche is the malice and rebellioÌ„ that possesseth the hartes of men My soule is â—ut froÌ„ quietnesse and reste â–ª and I cannot thinke of any good thyng The yoke of my synnes is waxed verie heauie it is lifted vp and fastened aboute my necke Thou hast spoken to me but I would not heare thou haste called me but I would not aunswere I beleued not thy wordes nor would abide thy counsaile I regarded not thy holie woorde and I gaue not my mynde to thy saiynges Thou hast striken me but I would not know the cause thereof thou haste corrected me but I would not take thy discipline I did not consider in my hart that thou wouldest not forget my sinne and malice With my mouth and my lippes I glorified thee but my harte was farre froÌ„ thee I hid my synne as Adam did to the intent to haue my iniquitie vnknowen I asked counsaile of thy mouthe and I would not folowe thy lawe I haue sinned before thine eyes â–ª and therefore my soule is made vnstable I forseke thee whiche art the fountaine of continuall springyng waters to the intent to bigge to my self muddie pittes whiche haue no water In all these thinges I am not retourned to thee nor I haue not praied vnto thee that I might leaue my wicked waies Se lorde and behold how vile I am made al the beautie of my soule is perished and gone In so muche that now I dare not in any wise beholde and looke vpon thee And there was no cause why I should forsake thee vainly folowe vaine thinges Lorde haue mercie vpon me and hear my praiers for thou arte my God and there is no sauiour besides thee Tourne awaie from me thy heauie displeasure and destroye me not for my synnes of my youth I humbly beseche thee O Lorde forgiue me forgiue me for thy excedyng mercy O Lorde God of hostes if thou bée determined to saue who can lette or resiste If thou stretche out thy hande who shall turne thee awaie Thou maiest doe to me as the potter doeth to his potte for behold I am in thy haÌ„de as the claye is in his Amende me O lorde but in mercy not in thine anger leaste thou vtterly consume me make me to vnderstand and knowe how hurtful and deadly a thyng it is to forsake thee my Lorde GOD and to caste awaie from me the feare of thee There is no man that can heale me nor cure my plage no man can deliuer me â—ut thou O lorde whiche woundest makest whole whiche strikeste and healest againe My destruction cometh of my self my helpe and saluation standeth onely in thee For none is like vnto thee thou art mightie and greate is the name of thy strength Turne me to thée o lorde and I shall bee tourned take awaie from me this synfull harte that thy lawe maye bryng for the fruite in me Remember me Lorde for thy goodnes sake and for the great loue that thou bearest towardes me O lorde God behold thou hast made bothe heauen and yearth by thy greate might and nothing is harde to thée Thou art that puissaunte and mightie whose name is the lorde of hostes great and marueilous in thy counsaill As sone as thou hast spokeÌ„ the woorde all thynges bee doen assone as thou hast coÌ„maunded thynges bee and thy woorde returneth not to the voide and without effect Thou o lorde God shewest mercie vnto all for thou caÌ„st doe all and thou makeste as though thou sawest not the synnes of men bicause thei should doe penaunce and amende their liues For thou louest all thynges that bee and hateste nothing that thou haste made for nothyng thou madest or hast ordeined of any hatred Thou spareste and tenderest all men for all thynges be thyne and thou louest the soules of men Thou doest minister mercie equitie and iustice in the yearth and therfore in these vertues thou greatly delitest Truely O lorde thou art righteous and gracious notwithstandyng I haue offended thee transgressyng thy couenaunt and trespassyng against thee O lorde thou hast seen all my abhominations looke on my cause and consider how vile and wretched I am see and beholde my greate confusion In the tyme of reconciliatioÌ„ heare me and in the daie of saluation haue mercie on me Be merciful vnto me and haue mercie on me whiche haue none other helpe but thee whose will nothing can resist wheÌ„ so euer thou doest purpose to saue Heare me whiche am a wretche makyng supplication vnto thee make me to truste in thy name and deliuer me by thy power Haue regarde to me from heauen O Lorde and looke downe from thy holie habitation and from the throne of thy glory Destroy me not bicause of my iniquitie but remember the sorowe and paine that I suffer Be not stil angrie with me o lorde forget all my sinnes and remember theÌ„ no loÌ„ger Let my praier ascende vp vnto thee saie vnto my
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
exclamation for very paine and thou wilte not saue me O lorde god of hostes how loÌ„g wilt thou be angrie with the praiers of thy seruaunt Come againe vnto me O God my sauior take awaie thine indignatioÌ„ against me When thou arte tourned O Lorde thou thaâ— restore al thinges again and he that was in sadnesse before shall take ioy and comfort of thee Let thy hande bee to helpe manne whiche is thy hâ—ndy worke whom thou hast exalted and magnified to sette forthe thy glorie Mine enemies liue wealthily and are strong and thei which hate me increase and goe forward daiely Thei despraise and set at naught my couÌ„saile bicause I take God for my hope and comforte Thei saie to me daily thou trusteste in God let hym deliuer thee and saue thee if so bee that he heare loue and fauour towardes thee Thei leape at me as it wer so many dogges the companies of the wicked barke at me thei beset my haÌ„des and feete rounde aboute O Lorde goe not farre awaie from me thou art my strength make spede to help me Deliuer my soule froÌ„ death tourne my waie froÌ„ the rage of dogges Kepe mâ— out of the mouth of Lions and saue me from the déepe lake Thou art bothe holie and strong and no man is hable to resist thee wheÌ„ thy anger is greate and feruent Who shall not feare thee O Lorde Or whiche of all princes shall not obey thee The earth trembleth and quaketh for fear of thine anger the people shall not bée able to abide thy â—â—râ—atning Helpe me O Lorde God my sauiour and for the glorie of thy name â—eliuer me forgiue me my trespasses For I doe vtter expresse myne iniquitie vnto thee my synne greueth me verie sore Arise vp O Lorde and helpe me and deliuer me for thy mercies sake O god my refuge and my strength whiche haste been euer a greate helpe in tribulation Thou diddeste receiue me into thy tuition wheÌ„ I came out of my mothers wombe and thou mâ—ste my helper when I sucked my mothers breastes I was left to thâ—â— as sone as I was borne euen from my motherâ— wombe thou art my God Withdrawe not thâ— selfe farre awaie from me for tribulation is nere at hand and ther is none that caÌ„ help me Mine enemies coÌ„passe me rouÌ„de about my persecutors besiege me on euery side And I am feble and weake and sore broken the paine of my hart maketh me to gron and sigh I am as the water that is caste foorthe my strength is gone and vtterly dried vp as if it were a tile stone Haue mercie vpon me O Lorde haue mercie vpoÌ„ me and impute not my sinnes vnto me which I haue doen by folie Remember not my synnes passed lette thy mercies preuent them for I am in a marueilous wretched case I am weakned and cleane out worne and go mourning euery daie And now O Lorde what loke I after verely my soule loketh to thee for helpe Shewe nowe and declare thy goodnesse to me withhold not thy helpe from me My soule is replenished with troubles and aduersities and draweth nere vnto deathes dore I am in greate pouertie and neede and my harte is sore troubled within me Cast not me awaie in the time of my moste necessitie and now when my stength faileth me faile not thou me O Lorde Deliuer me from myne enemies and make me not a mockyng stocke to theim that iest and raile vpon me Saue me from these roaryng LioÌ„s readie to deuour and from the haÌ„des of them that would haue my life froÌ„ me I doe crie to thee O lorde for thou art my hope and my portioÌ„ in the lande of liuers Bring my soule out of prison and set my fete in a place where I maie walke at libertie Turne not thy face away from me leaste I bee made like vnto them that discende intot the pitte Giue eare vnto my praiers for I am punished and brought very lowe Deliuer me from my persecutours for thei bée muche stronger then I. O Lorde heare me spedely least my spirite faile within me Deliuer my soule out of trouble and in thy mercie destroie all myne enemies And make them to perishe whiche would destroye me for I am thy seruaunt AmeÌ„ ¶ The .xiij. Psalme In which he giueth thankes to god that his enemies haue not gotten the ouerhande of hym I Will magnifie and praise thee O Lorde GOD for thou hast exalted me and set me vp and my enemies haue not gotten the ouerhande of me O Lorde of hostes I haue cried vnto thée and thou hast saued me Thou haste broughte my soule out of helle thou haste holden me vp from fallyng into the depe lake froÌ„ wheÌ„ce no man retourneth Thou haste not closed me vp in the handes of myne enemies but thou haste sette my féete in a place both wide and broade I haue soughte thee and thou hast heard me thou hast brought me into libertie out of greate distresse Thou hast tourned my sorow into gladnesse thou hast ceased my mournyng and compassed me rounde about with mirthe Thou haste declared thy greate magnificence in helpyng thy seruaunt Thou hast doen mercifully with me in my miseries Thou hast regarded y e pain of the poore thou hast not turned a waie thy face from me I will euer be singyng and speaking of thy mercies and I will publishe to other thy fidelitie and truthe so longe as I shall liue My mouthe shall neuer cease to speake of thy righteousnesse and of thy benefites whiche bée so many that I can not number them But I will giue thée thankes till death take me away I will sing in y e praise of thée so long as I shall continue I will triuÌ„phe and reioyce in thy mercie for that thou hast looked vpon my necessities and regarde my soule in my greate distresse Thou haste been my sure refuge and the strengthe of my trust and hope I thanke thee Lorde for thy goodnesse alwaie and for thy exceadyng mercie Thou haste been my comfort in the tyme of my trouble thou hast been mercifull vnto me o lorde and hast reuenged the wronges y e mine enemies haue doen to me Accordynge to the multitude of the heauie thoughtes that I had in my mynde thy comfortes haue cleared and lightned my harte Thou haste sente me now ioye for the daies wherein I was in sorowe and for the yeres in whoÌ„ I suffered many a painfull storme Thou hast called to remâ—braunce the rebuke that thy seruaunte hath been put to and how furiously mine enemies haue persecuted me O lorde god of hostes who may be compared vnto thee thou art greate and greatlie to bée praised Thou art high vpon al the earth thou art exalted farre aboue all Goddes Glorie and honour before thy face holinesse magnificence in thy sanctuarie With Iustice and Iudgement thy roial throne is stablished mercie and truth goe before thy face Blessed art thou O lorde which hast not holden backe thy mercie froÌ„ thy
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
to my selfe while my spirite desireth te be vpward and contrary my fleshe draweth me dounward O what suffer I inwardly I go about to mynde heauenly thynges and straight a greate rable of worldelie thoughts rush into my soule Therefore Lorde bée not longe awaie ne departe not in thy wrathe from me Sende me the light of thy grace destroie in me all carnall desires Sende forth the hotte flames of thy loue to burne and consume the cloudie phantasies of my mynde Gather O Lorde my wittes the powers of my soule together in thee and make me to despise al worldly thinges and by thy grace strongly to resist and ouercome all motions occasions of sinne Help me thou euerlasting truthe that no worldly gile nor vanitie hereafter haue power to deceiue me Come also thou heauenlie swéetenes and let all bitternes of sinne flée farre froÌ„ me PardoÌ„ me and forgiue me as ofte as in my praier my mynde is not surely fixed on thee For many tymes I am not there where I stande or sitte But rather there whither my thoughtes cary me For there I am where my thoughtes bee and there as customablie is my thought there is that that I loue And that oftentimes commeth into my minde that by custome pleaseth me beste and that deliteth me moste to thinke vpon Accordyngly as thou doest saie in thy Gospell where as a mannes treasure is there is his harte Wherefore if I loue heauen I speake gladly thereof and of suche thinges as be of God and of that that appertaineth to his honor to the glorifiyng of his holie name And if I loue the worlde I loue to talke of worldly thinges I ioye anone in worldly felicitie and sorrowe and lameÌ„t soone for worldlie aduersitie If I loue the fleshe I imagine oftentymes that that pleaseth the fleshe If I loue my soule I delite muche to speake and to beare of thynges that be for my foule healthe And whatsoeuer I loue of that I gladly heare speake and beare the Images of theÌ„ still in my mynde Blessed is that man that for the loue of the Lorde setteth not by the pleasures of this worlde learneth truly to ouercome hym self and with the fauour of the spirit crucifieth his fleshe so that in a cleane and a pure conscience he maie offer his praiers to thee and bee accepted to haue company of thy blessed Angels al yearthly thinges excluded from his harte Lorde and holie father be thou blessed now euer for as thou wilte so is it dooen and that thou dooest is alwaie beste Lette me thy humble and vnworthie seruaunte ioye onely in thee and not in my self ne in any thyng els beside thee For thou Lorde arte my gladnes my hope my croun and all my honour What hath thy seruaunt but that he hath of thee and that without his deserte All thynges be thine thou hast created and made them I am poore and haue been in trouble and pain euer froÌ„ my youth and my soule hath been in greate heauines thorowe manifolde passioÌ„s that come of the worlde and of the fleshe Wherefore Lorde I desire that I maie haue of thée the ioye of inwarde peace I aske of thee to come to that rest whiche is ordeined for thy chosen children that be vâ—ed and nourished with the light of heauenly comfortes for without thy helpe I caâ— not come to thee Lorde giue me peace giue me inward ioy and then my soule shalbe full of heauenly melody and be deuoute and feruente in thy laudes and praisynges But if thou withdraw thy self from me as thou haste sometyme dooen then maie not thy seruaunte runne the waie of thy commaundemeÌ„tes as I did beforâ— For it is now with me as it was when the Lanterne of thy ghostlie presence did shine vpon my heade and I was defended vnder the shadowe of thy winges from all perilles and daungers O mercifull Lorde Iesu euer to be praised the time is come that thou wilte proue thy seruaunte and rightfull is it that I shall now suffer somewhat for thee Now is the howre come that thou hast knowen from the beginnyng that thy seruaunt for a time should outwardly be set at naught and inwardly to leane to thee And that he should bée despised in the fight of y e world and be broken with afflictioÌ„ that he may after arise with thee in a newe light and bee clarified and made glorious in the kyngdome of heauen O holy father thou hast ordeined it so to bee and it is doen as thou hast coÌ„mauÌ„ded This is thy grace o lorde to thy freinde to suffer hym to be troubled in this worlde for thy loue how ofteÌ„ soeuer it be and of what persone so euer it bée and in what maner so euer thou wilt suffer it to fall vnto him for without thy wil or sufferaunce what thing is doen vpoÌ„ the earth It is good to me O lorde that thou hast mekened me that I maie thereby learne to knowe thy righteous iudgementes and to put from me all maner of presumptioÌ„ and statelinesse of harte It is very profitable for me that confusion hath couered my face that I maie learne therby rather to seke to thee for help succor then to maÌ„ I haue thereby learned to dread thy secret and terrible iudgementes whiche scourgeste the righteous with the synner but not without equitie and iustice Lorde I yelde thankes to thee that thou haste not spared my synnes but haste punished me with scrourges of loue and hast sent me afflictioÌ„ and anguishes within and without No creature vnder heaueÌ„ maie comforte me but thou Lorde GOD the heauenly leache of mans soule which strikeste and healest whiche bryngest a manne nigh vnto death after restorest hym to life againe that he maie therby learne to knowe his owne weakenesse and imbesilitie and the more fullie to trust in thee Lorde Thy discipline is laied vppon me and thy rodde of correction hath taughte me and vnder that rod I wholie submit me Strike my backe and my bones as shall please thee and make me to bowe my croked will vnto thy will Make me a meeke and an humble disciple as thou hast somtime doen with me that I maie walke after thy wil. To thee I commit my self to bee corrected for better it is to bee corrected by thee here then in tyme to â—ome Thou knowest all thynges and nothyng is hid from thee that is in mannes conscience Thou knoweste all thynges to come before thei fall and it is not nedefull that any man teach thee or warne thée of any thing that is doen vpon the yearth Thou knowest what is profitable for me how muche tribulatioÌ„s helpen to purge awaie y e rust of synne in me Do with me after thy pleasure I am a sinfull wretche to none so well knowen as to thee Graunt me lorde that to knowe that is necessarie to be knowen that to loue that is to bee loued that to desire that pleaseth thée that to