Goostly psalmes and spirituall songes drawen out of the holy Scripture, for the co[m]forte and consolacyon of soch as loue to reioyce in God and his worde [by Miles Coverdale] |
Be glad now all ye Christen men. |
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Be glad now all ye Christen men.
Be glad now all ye christen men
and let vs reioyse vnfaynedly.
The kyndnesse can not be written with penne
that we haue receaued of gods mercy,
whose loue towarde vs hath neuer ende
he hath done for vs as a frende
now let vs thanke hym hartely.
and let vs reioyse vnfaynedly.
The kyndnesse can not be written with penne
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whose loue towarde vs hath neuer ende
he hath done for vs as a frende
now let vs thanke hym hartely.
I was a prysoner of the deuell
with death was I also vtterly lost
My synnes droue me dayly to hell
Therin was I borne this may I bost
I was also in them ouer ryfe
There was no vertue in my lyfe
To take my pleasure I spared no cost.
with death was I also vtterly lost
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Therin was I borne this may I bost
I was also in them ouer ryfe
There was no vertue in my lyfe
To take my pleasure I spared no cost.
Unto my workes I trusted to sore
But they coulde not helpe nor yet fre wyll
My herte was not the better therfore
For I was alwaye geuen to euell
My conscience droue me to despayre
It was so vexed all with feare
There was no helpe but synke to hell.
But they coulde not helpe nor yet fre wyll
My herte was not the better therfore
For I was alwaye geuen to euell
My conscience droue me to despayre
It was so vexed all with feare
There was no helpe but synke to hell.
Than God eternall had pitie on me
To tyd me fro my wyckednesse
He thought of his plenteous great mercy
And wolde not leaue me comfortlesse
He turned to me his fatherly herte
And wolde I shulde with hym haue parte
Of all his costly ryches.
To tyd me fro my wyckednesse
He thought of his plenteous great mercy
And wolde not leaue me comfortlesse
He turned to me his fatherly herte
And wolde I shulde with hym haue parte
Of all his costly ryches.
He spake to his deare beloued sonne
The tyme is nowe to haue mercye
Thou must be mans redempcyon
And lowse hym from captiuite
Thou must hym helpe from trouble of synne
From paynfull death thou must hym wynne
That he may lyue eternally
The tyme is nowe to haue mercye
Thou must be mans redempcyon
And lowse hym from captiuite
Thou must hym helpe from trouble of synne
From paynfull death thou must hym wynne
That he may lyue eternally
Gods sonne was redy so to do
Into this worlde he cam to me
Borne of a virgyn pure also
Because he thought my brother to be
for in my shape he dyd apeare
Me to delyuer whole from feare
And from all euell to make me fre
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Borne of a virgyn pure also
Because he thought my brother to be
for in my shape he dyd apeare
Me to delyuer whole from feare
And from all euell to make me fre
These louynge wordes he spake to me
I wyll delyuer thy soule from payne
I am desposed to do for the
And to myne owne selfe the to retayne
Thou shalt be with me for thou art myne
And I with the for I am thyne
Soch is my loue I can not layne
I wyll delyuer thy soule from payne
I am desposed to do for the
And to myne owne selfe the to retayne
Thou shalt be with me for thou art myne
And I with the for I am thyne
Soch is my loue I can not layne
They wyll shed out my precyous bloude
And take away my lyfe also
which I wyll suffre all for thy good
Beleue this sure where euer thou go
For I wyll yet ryse vp agayne
Thy synnes I beare though it be payne
To make the safe and fre from wo.
And take away my lyfe also
which I wyll suffre all for thy good
Beleue this sure where euer thou go
For I wyll yet ryse vp agayne
Thy synnes I beare though it be payne
To make the safe and fre from wo.
I wyll go from this worldly lyfe
To my deare father with hym to lyue
Yet am I with the in batell and stryfe
Oure spirite of trueth I wyll the geue
which shall the conforte in heuynes
And lede the into godlynes
Thus wyll I all thy synnes forgyue
To my deare father with hym to lyue
Yet am I with the in batell and stryfe
Oure spirite of trueth I wyll the geue
which shall the conforte in heuynes
And lede the into godlynes
Thus wyll I all thy synnes forgyue
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