A feruent prayer vnto God, that the repentant
may find fauour in Christ, whose merits and
satisfaction he offereth vnto thee O Lord, as a pleasing ransome for his sinnes.
1
Attend vnto my teares O Lord,
regard my woefull moane:
And seeke to saue mee by thy word,
or I am ouerthrowne.
2
For sinne doth so oppresse my minde,
that I am damn'd to hell:
Vnlesse by Christ I fauour finde,
whose woundes must make me well:
3
Cure thou my soule so sicke with sinne
by merrits of thy sonne:
Marke not the state that I liue in,
but marke what he hath done.
4
Most perfect he (though I be vild)
to please when I offend:
He sits with thee (though I exild)
in glory to the end.
5
My nature is inclin'd to euill,
though his with good accord:
My senses seeke to serue the diuell,
his will to please the Lord.
6
Wherefore O God which art most iust,
in him my debts to pay:
In his desert my soule doth trust,
thy wrath for to alay.
Finis.
