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The faithfull souldiour of Christe, desireth assistance of God against his ghostly enemies.
Here out
O lorde the right request,
of him that faine would haue redrest
the wronges that are so sore increst,
with in my soule so sore opprest.
of him that faine would haue redrest
the wronges that are so sore increst,
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O lord to thee with wofull crye
I call for grace and for mercy:
And if thou helpe not, then truly
In deadly wo remayn must I.
I call for grace and for mercy:
And if thou helpe not, then truly
In deadly wo remayn must I.
The world, the diuell death and hell.
With great assaultes against me swell:
Lorde let thy grace in me excell,
Against their fury fierce and fell.
With great assaultes against me swell:
Lorde let thy grace in me excell,
Against their fury fierce and fell.
O lorde my God to the I praye
Suffer me not to goe astraye:
And haue in mynde the pryce and day,
Wherwith thou didste my ransome pay.
Suffer me not to goe astraye:
And haue in mynde the pryce and day,
Wherwith thou didste my ransome pay.
Oh haue in mynde thine own great cost
And let not this thy payne be lost,
In the O lorde my trust is most,
To dwell among thy holy host.
And let not this thy payne be lost,
In the O lorde my trust is most,
To dwell among thy holy host.
Thou knowst wherin my help doth stād.
Whereuer I be on sea or lande:
Good lorde put to thy helping hand,
Saue me from hell that fierce fyre brand.
Whereuer I be on sea or lande:
Good lorde put to thy helping hand,
Saue me from hell that fierce fyre brand.
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