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Have mercy on me father dere, O Lord, and God of truth,
O let thy mercy hide the sins, and fraylty of my youth.
I have transgrest thy lawe to oft, full woe is me therfore,
But for thy sonne my saviours sake, my selly soule restore.
My flesh doth crave to kepe the life, ful loth to loose the lyght:
But Lorde, do thou as shal seme best, to thine almighty sight.
And whan thou hast receyved my soule, which troubles overwhelm
Be mercifull (most mercifull) to this my wretched Realme.
Preserve thy truth, mayntayne thy word, powre plenty of thy grace,
On all such hartes as thou shalt set, to governe in my place.
Thus Lorde, I render to thy handes, my selfe, my flocke, my seat,
Do with them all thy blessed will, for Christes sake I entreat.