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.
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.
