The 2. meditation.
[Thou God that rulst & rainst in light]
Thou God that rulst & rainst in light
that flesh cannot attaine,
Thou God that knowest the thoughts of men
are altogither vaine;
Thou God whom neither toong of man
nor angell can expresse:
Thou God it is that I do seeke,
thou pitie my distresse.
Thy seat, O God, is euery where,
thy power all powers transcend,
Thy wisedome cannot measurd be,
for that it hath no end.
Thou art the power and wisedome too,
and sole felicitie,
But I a lumpe of sinful flesh,
nurse of iniquitie.
Thou art by nature mercifull,
and mercie is thy name,
And I by nature miserable,
the thrall of sinne and shame.
Then let thy nature, O good God
now worke his force in mee,
And clense the nature of my sinne,
and heale my miserie.
One depth, good Lord, another craues,
my depth of sinfull crime
Requires thy depth of mercie great,
for sauing health in time.
Sweet Christ grant ye the depth of grace,
may swallow vp my sin,
That I thereby may whiter be,
than euer snow hath bin.
So shall my soule reioise, reioise,
and still for mercie crie,
Peccaui, peccaui,
Miserere mei.
