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I call on the lorde Iesu Christe. |
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I call on the lorde Iesu Christe.
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I call on the lorde Iesu Christ
I haue none other helpe but the.
My herte is neuer set at rest
tyll thy swete worde haue comforted me.
A stedfast fayth graunt me therfore
to holde by thy worde euermore
aboue all thynge, neuer resistynge
but to increace in fayth more and more.
I haue none other helpe but the.
My herte is neuer set at rest
tyll thy swete worde haue comforted me.
A stedfast fayth graunt me therfore
to holde by thy worde euermore
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but to increace in fayth more and more.
yet once agayne I call on the
Heare my request o mercyfull lorde
I wolde fayne hope on thy mercye
And can not be therto restored
Excepte thou with thy grace oppresse
My blynde and naturall weaknesse
Cause me therfore
To hope euermore
On thy mercy and swete promises
Heare my request o mercyfull lorde
I wolde fayne hope on thy mercye
And can not be therto restored
Excepte thou with thy grace oppresse
My blynde and naturall weaknesse
Cause me therfore
To hope euermore
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Lorde prynte into my harte and mynde
Thy holy spirite with feruentnesse
That I to the be not vnkynde
But loue the without faynednesse
Let nothynge drawe my mynde from the
But euer to loue the earnestly
Let not my harte
Unthankfully departe
From the ryght loue of thy mercye
Thy holy spirite with feruentnesse
That I to the be not vnkynde
But loue the without faynednesse
Let nothynge drawe my mynde from the
But euer to loue the earnestly
Let not my harte
Unthankfully departe
From the ryght loue of thy mercye
Geue me thy grace lorde I the praye
To loue myne enemyes hartely
How be it they trouble me alwaye
And for thy cause do slaundre me
yet Iesu Christ for thy goodnesse
Fyll my harte with forgeuenesse
That whyle I lyue
I maye them forgeue
That do offende me more or lesse.
To loue myne enemyes hartely
How be it they trouble me alwaye
And for thy cause do slaundre me
yet Iesu Christ for thy goodnesse
Fyll my harte with forgeuenesse
That whyle I lyue
I maye them forgeue
That do offende me more or lesse.
I am compased all rounde aboute
with sore and stronge tentacyon
Therfore good lorde delyuer me out
From all this wycked nacyon
The deuell/the worlde/my fleshe also
Folowe vpon me where I go
Therfore wolde I
Now fayne delyuered be
Thy helpe I seke lorde and no mo.
with sore and stronge tentacyon
Therfore good lorde delyuer me out
From all this wycked nacyon
The deuell/the worlde/my fleshe also
Folowe vpon me where I go
Therfore wolde I
Now fayne delyuered be
Thy helpe I seke lorde and no mo.
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Now seist thou lorde what nede I haue
I haue none els to complayne to
Therfore thy holy goost I craue
To be my guyde where euer I go
That in all my aduersite
I forget not the loue of the
But as thou lorde
Hast geuen me thy worde
Let me therin both lyue and dye.
I haue none els to complayne to
Therfore thy holy goost I craue
To be my guyde where euer I go
That in all my aduersite
I forget not the loue of the
But as thou lorde
Hast geuen me thy worde
Let me therin both lyue and dye.
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