A Golden Mirrour Conteining certaine Pithie and figuratiue Visions prognosticating good fortune to England and all true English Subiectes with an ouerthrowe to the enemies. Whereto be adioyned certaine pretie Poemes written on the names of sundrie both noble and worshipfull [by Richard Robinson] |
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A Psalme pend vpon the Etimologie of the name of the
right Worshipfull, Thomas Leigh of Adlington, in the Countie of
Chester, Esquire: To the note or tune of, Domine ne
in furore. Psalme. VI.
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A Psalme pend vpon the Etimologie of the name of the right Worshipfull, Thomas Leigh of Adlington, in the Countie of Chester, Esquire: To the note or tune of, Domine ne in furore. Psalme. VI.
Thy
mercie Lord, my faith perswades,
although my sinnes be red:
How I shall be made free to thee:
by Christes blood that's shed.
Of all my wandring wilfull dayes
and rechlesse rudefull toyes:
My faithfull hope is for to mount,
to thee in lasting ioyes.
And as I wickedly did sinne,
I faithfully repent:
Such is thy mercie that I knowe,
my teares shall thee content.
Loe heare my teares the witnesse is,
my sin doth grieue me sore:
Esteeme O Lord my wofull plaintes,
I trust t'offend no more.
In thee my onely hope remaines,
on thee is all my stay:
Geue eare vnto my wofull cries,
when I shall passe away.
Haue minde vpon thy mercy Lord,
forget thy wrath and yre,
Erect my Spirite into thy blisse,
I humbly thee desire.
although my sinnes be red:
How I shall be made free to thee:
by Christes blood that's shed.
Of all my wandring wilfull dayes
and rechlesse rudefull toyes:
My faithfull hope is for to mount,
to thee in lasting ioyes.
And as I wickedly did sinne,
I faithfully repent:
Such is thy mercie that I knowe,
my teares shall thee content.
my sin doth grieue me sore:
Esteeme O Lord my wofull plaintes,
I trust t'offend no more.
In thee my onely hope remaines,
on thee is all my stay:
Geue eare vnto my wofull cries,
when I shall passe away.
Haue minde vpon thy mercy Lord,
forget thy wrath and yre,
Erect my Spirite into thy blisse,
I humbly thee desire.
Els all my teares and grieuous plaintes
returne without rewarde:
So shall I weare, and wast in woe,
my cries shall not be heard:
Seeme not therefore to turne thy face,
accept my wofull suite:
Quit me from Sathans nets and snares,
his traps good Lord confute.
Unto thy Maiesty O Lord,
I dedicate my selfe:
Yeeld I doe my soule to thee,
and leaue the world my wealth.
Accept thereof, thou glorious God,
thus still on thee I crie:
Reuenge not Lord, but mercie haue,
and neuer let me die.
returne without rewarde:
So shall I weare, and wast in woe,
my cries shall not be heard:
Seeme not therefore to turne thy face,
accept my wofull suite:
Quit me from Sathans nets and snares,
his traps good Lord confute.
Unto thy Maiesty O Lord,
I dedicate my selfe:
Yeeld I doe my soule to thee,
and leaue the world my wealth.
Accept thereof, thou glorious God,
thus still on thee I crie:
Reuenge not Lord, but mercie haue,
and neuer let me die.
All glory be vnto thy name:
and to thy onely sonne:
And to the holy Ghost, with whom
to vs thy kingdome come.
and to thy onely sonne:
And to the holy Ghost, with whom
to vs thy kingdome come.
FINIS.
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