[The great offence of my most sinfull ghost]
The
great offence of my most sinfull ghost, with terror great doth ouerflow the same, and that
which now my sprite oppresseth most, is remembrance of life past out of frame. Whē I for grace lift
vp my daseld eye, vnto the throne frō whence it doth descend, euen then dispaire seems to approch me
nye, to make my hope in me for to take end. But loe, dame fayth bids me leaue slipper hold, and take
sure gripe on promise made of yore, by him whose eyes disdains not to behold, the hūble cheer, with
hart tormented sore. So that mercy, for mercy I do cry, vnto y
e Lord, frō whō springs all mercy,
so that mercy, for mercy I do cry, vnto the Lord, from whom springs all mercy.
Tho. VVhythorne.
