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The sixt straine.

1

My soule giue praise to god
My spright shall doe the same,
And all the parts of hart, and mind
Shall praise for aye his name

2

Giue thankes for all his gifts
Shevv soule thy selfe most kind,
And let not his good deeds to thee
Once slipp out of thy mind

3

He quitt thee of thy faults
He rid thy life from death
His good, his grace doth vvaite on thee
His vvord doth giue thee breath

4

If thou vvert brought to graue,
And turnd to mould, & dust
Yet he vvill giue thee life in store
As he to thee is iust.

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5

Teach me then, lord to knovve
Thy lavve, thy loue, thy lore,
Thy vvorkes, thy vvords, as signes, seals
Ile lay them vp in store

6

O day of ioy to me
When I learnd first to knovve
Hovve for to scape my selfe, my sinne
And hell that is soe lovve

7

I giue mine all to thee,
My bud my branch, my fruite
I beg of thee, o lord, my god
To grant to me my suite.

6. Sighe.

O my god to thy hands I giue my spright thou hast bine a pledge for me and that to death o god. Thou art [illeg.] the god both of my health, life, & rest for aye.