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The first straine.

1

Lord heare my suite, my plainte,
That my soule makes to thee.
Lord in thy truth one looke of grace
Grant in thy loue to me.

2

Lord see the moane I make,
Looke on me in thy grace
Let not my sighes come backe in vaine
But shewe to me thy face,

3

Loe I was borne in sinne,
My kind, my shape, my all,
My stocke, my flocke, my selfe from birth
O Lord from thee did fall.

4

And I poore soule am sett
In greefe, in paine, in woe,
My sinnes come on, my soule doth faint,
O quitt me of my foe.

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5

My sinnes the haires doe passe
That are set on my head,
My hart doth feare, and faint, and faile
And I am as one dead.

6

Thus goe I greeud, and goord,
And frett in hart, and spright
Thus am I faint vvith feare, & death
My sinnes they doe me fright.

7

The deeds that I haue done
Are sett in vevve of eie.
My faults, my thoughts, my sinne my shame
Thy lavves thy lookes doe spie.

1. Sighe.

O that my thoughts, vvords, vvorkes and vvaies vvere made so straight, and right, that I might keepe thy lavves of lord all the daies, & nights of my vvhole life so should I be clere, & cleane from the guilt of sinne, & shame.