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[The Courte of Vertu

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

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A Ditie declarynge the stedfast hope and trust that the faythfull afflicted soule hath in Christ Iesu.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A Ditie declarynge the stedfast hope and trust that the faythfull afflicted soule hath in Christ Iesu.


106

Like as certain,
the hart wold faine
of the fountain
obtain the spring:
so hath my sprite
his whole delight,
in God almight
aboue all thing.
Myne enmies strong,
All the daye long,
To doe me wrong
Is their intent:
Euery howre
On me they loure,
Me to deuoure
They doe inuent.
This doe I see,
For to myue eye
It is truly
Alwayes obiect.
With might and mayne,
Them selues they strayne,
My soule to gayne
And to infect.

[106]

My soule therfore,
Doth tremble sore,
And euermore,
Doth stande in feare:
And all the whyle,
Myne enmies smyle.
Me to beguyle
They not forbeare.
Therfore I say,
My soule alway,
Reioyce and stay,
Thy selfe in Christ.
Though men extold,
Agaynst thee hold,
In Christ be bold,
Them to resyst.
Who is alyue,
That dareth stryue,
(Strong dyuels fyue)
Although they were:
Thys can I proue
O Lorde aboue,
If thou me loue,
I nede not feare.
O God of myght,
Strengthen my spryte,
That doth delyght
Only in thee.
O holy Lord,
Let thy swore word,
Wyth one accord,
Styll be wyth me.

107

O Christ Iesu,
Ground of vertue,
Messias true,
As sayth Scripture:
To thee I pray,
Graunt that I may,
In heauen aye,
With thee indure.