 | John Harington of Stepney |  |
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[When I looke back and in my self behold]
When I looke back and in my self behold
the wandring wayes that youth could not discrye
and see the fearfull course that youthe did holde
and meat in mynd eche steppe I strayed awrye
my knees I bow and from my hart I call
O Lord forgeat youthes fawltes and follyes all
the wandring wayes that youth could not discrye
and see the fearfull course that youthe did holde
and meat in mynd eche steppe I strayed awrye
my knees I bow and from my hart I call
O Lord forgeat youthes fawltes and follyes all
For now I see how skant youthe was of skill
I fynde by profe, his pleasures all be payne
I feele the Sower, that sweetnes than did still
I taste the gall, hydd under sugred trayne
and with a mynd Repentaunt of all Crymes
Pardon I aske for youth ten thowsand tymes
I fynde by profe, his pleasures all be payne
I feele the Sower, that sweetnes than did still
I taste the gall, hydd under sugred trayne
and with a mynd Repentaunt of all Crymes
Pardon I aske for youth ten thowsand tymes
The humble hart hath dawnted the prowd mynd
Knowledge hath geven to ignoraunce the fall
Wysdome hath tawght that folly coulde not fynd
and age hath youth his subject and his thrall
wherefore I pray O Lorde of lif and truth
Cansell the crymes commytted in my youth
Knowledge hath geven to ignoraunce the fall
Wysdome hath tawght that folly coulde not fynd
and age hath youth his subject and his thrall
wherefore I pray O Lorde of lif and truth
Cansell the crymes commytted in my youth
Thow that didest grawnt the wyse king his request
thow that in whale thye prophett did'st preserve
Thow that forgav'st the wounding of thy brest
Thow that didst save the thyef in state to sterve
Thow only good and gever of all grace
forgeve the giltes that grew in youthes greene race
thow that in whale thye prophett did'st preserve
Thow that forgav'st the wounding of thy brest
Thow that didst save the thyef in state to sterve
Thow only good and gever of all grace
forgeve the giltes that grew in youthes greene race
Thow that of grace restoredst the blynd to sight
Thow that by powre to lyf didst raise the dead
Thow that of favor madest the lame goe ryght
Thow that for love thye lif and blood out bledd
Thow that canst heale and helpp in all assayes
Wype oute of mynd the wantes of youths vayne wayes
Thow that by powre to lyf didst raise the dead
Thow that of favor madest the lame goe ryght
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Thow that canst heale and helpp in all assayes
Wype oute of mynd the wantes of youths vayne wayes
And now sence hope by grace with doubtlesse mynd
doth preace to thee by prayer t'appease thyne Ire
and synce with trust to speede I seeke to fynde
and wayte through faith t'attayne this just desyre
lord mynd no more youthes errour nor unskill
but able age to do thie hollye will
doth preace to thee by prayer t'appease thyne Ire
and synce with trust to speede I seeke to fynde
and wayte through faith t'attayne this just desyre
lord mynd no more youthes errour nor unskill
but able age to do thie hollye will
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