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A heauenly Prayer in contempt of the world, and the vanities thereof.
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A heauenly Prayer in contempt of the world, and the vanities thereof.
O heauenly
God, that gouernes euery thing,
VVhose power in heauen and in the earth we know:
Thou God, from whom the giftes of grace doe spring,
Attend my suites who am opprest with woe.
O pitty God, sweet God some pitty take,
And cleanse my soule, for Iesus Christ his sake.
VVhose power in heauen and in the earth we know:
Thou God, from whom the giftes of grace doe spring,
Attend my suites who am opprest with woe.
O pitty God, sweet God some pitty take,
And cleanse my soule, for Iesus Christ his sake.
I waile the life that I have led before,
The daies ill spent that come into my minde:
Incense my soule with horrour very sore,
And threaten death, vnles I fauour finde.
O pitty God, sweet God some pitty take,
And clense my soule, for Iesus Christ his sake.
The daies ill spent that come into my minde:
Incense my soule with horrour very sore,
And threaten death, vnles I fauour finde.
O pitty God, sweet God some pitty take,
And clense my soule, for Iesus Christ his sake.
My graceles oathes, now fade before mine eyes,
My youth ill spent, and worne by womens guile:
My hidden sinnes, my wofull soules supprise,
My want of grace once had, and in the while
Cry mercy Lord, that thou wouldst pitty take,
And clense my soule, for Iesus Christ his sake.
My youth ill spent, and worne by womens guile:
My hidden sinnes, my wofull soules supprise,
My want of grace once had, and in the while
Cry mercy Lord, that thou wouldst pitty take,
And clense my soule, for Iesus Christ his sake.
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O way ward world that flatterest earthly man
VVith heauenly ioyes, and bring'st him downe to hell:
I loath this life, doe thou what so thou can,
My longing is with God my Lord to dwell.
VVho will repent, surely some pitty take
To clense my soule, for Iesus Christ his sake.
VVith heauenly ioyes, and bring'st him downe to hell:
I loath this life, doe thou what so thou can,
My longing is with God my Lord to dwell.
VVho will repent, surely some pitty take
To clense my soule, for Iesus Christ his sake.
FINIS.
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