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[The Courte of Vertu

contaynynge many holy songes, Sonettes, psalmes and ballettes] [by John Hall]

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An example of prayer from a repentant harte
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

An example of prayer from a repentant harte

out of the .Cxxx. psalm.

Sythe in this worlde all men doe fall
And none from sinne is free and clere:
It doth behoue we study all,
In humblenes for to appere.
For in this lyfe we dayly see,
By stoutnes none can wynne nor gayne,
But rather it in eche degree
Doth purchase woe and cruell payne.

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Who is so fonde if he offende,
To stande hymselfe to iustifie?
And rather doth not knele and bende
Tyll he haue pardon and mercy?
The noble prynce Dauid therfore,
Knowyng the frutes of humblenes:
Did frō his harte powre forth great store,
Of teares and contrite gentilnes.
Because he would all men should lerne
The lyke to doe in their great nede:
He sheweth howe his harte did yerne,
Tyll he had felte mercy in dede.
Him selfe prostrating in due wyse
For sorowe of his greuous sinne,
In prayer was his exercise:
Thus doth his humble sute begynne.

De profundis clamaui.

From care of harte that caue so depe,
So hath my soule my sinnes abhorde:
Repentantly I humbly crepe,
And call to thee for helpe O lorde.
O lorde witsafe my voyce to here,
I thee beseche to bowe thyne eares.
Suffer my prayer to appere,
Pourde forth to thee wt piteous teares.
For if thou wylt for euermore
Our wyckednes laye by thy syde,

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Or kepe a note of them in store:
Oh lorde who then mayest abide.
Thy mercy lorde then make vs taste,
Whiche is to thee most naturall:
That graciously forgeue thou mayste,
And rayse them whiche by frailtie fall.
This made me on the lorde to wayte,
My soule also on hym to byde:
His promise is without deceyte,
And from his worde he wyll not slyde.
My soule hath more earnest delyghte
Upon the lorde to watche and staye,
Then watchmen, whiche wake al ye night
And long ryght sore tyll it be daye.
Let Israell the Lordes electe,
(The iust that godly be and wyse,)
Haue to the lorde their whole respecte:
For mercy is his exercyse.
This Israell I saye he shall,
All wickednes from them expell,
From sinnes he shall redeme them all,
Though thei be more then tongue can tel.
Glory be to our god aboue,
The father whiche of myght is moste,
And to the sonne as doth behoue,
And also to the holy ghoste:

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As it from the beginning was,
And yet doth to this tyme extende,
And shall be still as tyme shall pas
For euer more worlde without ende.