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O heuenly lorde.
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O heuenly lorde.
[O heauenly lorde thy godly worde]
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O heauenly lorde thy godly worde
hathe longe bene kepte awaye from vs
but thorow thy grace now in oure dayes
thou hast shewed the so plenteous
that very well we can now tell
what thy Apostles haue written al
and now we se/thy worde opēly,
hath geuen Anthechrist a great fall.
hathe longe bene kepte awaye from vs
but thorow thy grace now in oure dayes
thou hast shewed the so plenteous
that very well we can now tell
what thy Apostles haue written al
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hath geuen Anthechrist a great fall.
It is so cleare/as we may heare
No man by ryght can it deny
That many a yeare/thy people deare
Haue bene begyled perlously
with men spirituall/as we them call
But not of thy spirite truly
For more carnall/are none at all
Than many of these spirites be.
No man by ryght can it deny
That many a yeare/thy people deare
Haue bene begyled perlously
with men spirituall/as we them call
But not of thy spirite truly
For more carnall/are none at all
Than many of these spirites be.
They haue bene euer/sworne altogether
Theyr owne lawes for to kepe alwaye
But mercyfull lorde/of thy swete worde
There durst no man begynne to saye
They durst them call/great heretikes all
That dyd confesse it stedfastly
For they charged/it shulde be hyd
And not be spoken of openly.
Theyr owne lawes for to kepe alwaye
But mercyfull lorde/of thy swete worde
There durst no man begynne to saye
They durst them call/great heretikes all
That dyd confesse it stedfastly
For they charged/it shulde be hyd
And not be spoken of openly.
O mercyfull god/where was thy rod
In punyshynge soch great tyranny
why slepte thou then/knowynge these men
Resist openly the verite
But the prophetes saye/thou art alwaye
Full of mercy and gentylnesse
for nyght and day/thou suffrest that they
Myght turne from theyr olde wickednesse.
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why slepte thou then/knowynge these men
Resist openly the verite
But the prophetes saye/thou art alwaye
Full of mercy and gentylnesse
for nyght and day/thou suffrest that they
Myght turne from theyr olde wickednesse.
Neuerthelesse/they dyd oppresse
Thy worde and thy true preachers
For theyr euell syght/thou sent thy lyght
yet slewe they all soch teachers
Then seynge they/resisted alway
Thy grace offred so louyngly
Thou madest it mete/for the poore in sprite
That now receaue it thankfully.
Thy worde and thy true preachers
For theyr euell syght/thou sent thy lyght
yet slewe they all soch teachers
Then seynge they/resisted alway
Thy grace offred so louyngly
Thou madest it mete/for the poore in sprite
That now receaue it thankfully.
For there are none/but they alone
That knowe the for theyr sauioure
All other withstonde/thy godly honde
And slaundre thy worde euery houre
well is hym therfore/that feleth his sore
Sekynge no helpe but in thy bloude
Receauynge grace/of the alwayes
Knowynge of hym selfe to haue no good.
That knowe the for theyr sauioure
All other withstonde/thy godly honde
And slaundre thy worde euery houre
well is hym therfore/that feleth his sore
Sekynge no helpe but in thy bloude
Receauynge grace/of the alwayes
Knowynge of hym selfe to haue no good.
we thanke the lorde/for thy swete worde
And for thy kyndnesse she wed therin
For thy mercy/lorde we praye the
Strength vs therwith agaynst all synne
And lorde oppresse/vnthankfulnesse
That we neuer do foget the
Graunt vs thy spirite/to lyue thorowe it
In vertue euer whyle we dye
And for thy kyndnesse she wed therin
For thy mercy/lorde we praye the
Strength vs therwith agaynst all synne
And lorde oppresse/vnthankfulnesse
That we neuer do foget the
Graunt vs thy spirite/to lyue thorowe it
In vertue euer whyle we dye
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