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The fourth straine.

1

The lord that made me knovves
My shape my mould my lust
Hovve vveake, hovve vaine, hovve fraile, hovve fond,
And that I am but dust.

2

O god in me set vp
A pure hart in thy sight,
And eke in all my parts let be
A good, and meeke svveete spright

3

With thy svveete spright of povver
Cure thou o lord my sore,
And I shall teach the good, and ill
To bovve to thy svvete lore.

4

My soule doth pant, and bray
Mine hart is neere at rest
But seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill,
And vvhat may please thee best.

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5

O vvould it might thee please
My vvaies to sett in right
That I might both in hart, and deed.
Thy lavves to keepe in sight.

6

O lord I doe tend still
My daies, my time to serue
That I, nor miē may haue a thought
From thy lavves once to svverue

7

O saue me then o god,
Looke on me vvith thy health
For that I rate at such a price
More thē the vvide vvorlds wealth

4. Sighe.

O let the vvords of my mouth, the thoughts of my hart, the tune of my voice, & touch of my tongue be euer in thy sight o lord as a svveet smell for Christ his sake both at morne, Eue, & none daye.