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By Adams fall.

By Adams fall was so forlorne
the whole nature of mākynde

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ye we were poysoned or we were borne
& no helpe therto could we fynde
Tyll Christ Iesu
by his vertue
for oure dette his deare bloude had spent
that we werein

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by Adams synne
whan he brake gods commaundement.

Ge. 3. a

Seynge Eue was sore begyled

By the serpentes tentacyon
Because she gods worde despysed
Brought mankynde to destruccyon
Agaynst this dede
It was great nede
That god shulde vs to comforte geue

Ro. 8. d

His owne deare sonne

And

Ro. 3. b

mercy troane

By whose death we all myght lyue.

Ro. 5. b

Lyke as in Adam a straunge det

Had brought vs to destruccyon
So are we now delyuered from it
In Christ oure ryght saluacyon

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Lyke as we all
By Adams fall
were ordened with ryght to dye
So in gods sonne
Redempcyon
Haue we founde eternally.

Ro. 5. a

So dyd he then geue vs his sonne

when we were yet his enemyes

Math. 27. d.

which for vs on the crosse was done

1. Cor. 15. a.

And so the thyrde daye dyd aryse

Ro 4. d

To iustifie

Eternally
All vs that trust fast on his myght
why shulde we than
Drede any payne
He is now oure owne by ryght
He is his fathers eternall worde

Ioh. 14. a.

The waye/the lyfe/and verite

He is the Sauioure and the lorde
whom he hath geuen vs frely
To be oure health
Oure helpe and wealth

Psal. 61. b.

And not to truste in any man

For there is none
But he alone
That vs sucoure or comforth can

Ge. b. a

Man is all wicked by nature

There is no helpe with hym to fynde

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who seketh helpe in a creature
And not in god with harte and mynde
He buyldeth on sonde
And may not stonde
whan tyme cometh of tentacyon

Psal. 117. a.

Therfore to trest

on god is best
And the most sure foundacyon.

Roma. 10. b.

He that hopeth on god stedfastly

Shall neuer be confounded
For doutles gods worde can not ley
Though all men shulde resist it
Great trouble and care
Is euery where
This worldes sorowe is infinite
yet sawe I neuer
Hym perysh for euer
That fast on gods worde trusted
O lorde I praye the hartely
For thy great mercyfull kyndnesse

Psal. 118. f.

Thy wholsome worde take not fro me

Because of my vnthankfulnesse

Psal. 37. a.

My synne is great

I knowlege it

Psal. 144. a. Eccl. 2.

But thy mercy excelleth all thynge

Therfore wyll I
Hope styll in the
To thy blysse that thou mayest me brynge.