The fourth straine.
1
The lord that made me knovves
My shape my mould my lust
Hovve vveake, hovve vaine, hovve fraile, hovve fond,
And that I am but dust.
2
O god in me set vp
A pure hart in thy sight,
And eke in all my parts let be
A good, and meeke svveete spright
3
With thy svveete spright of povver
Cure thou o lord my sore,
And I shall teach the good, and ill
To bovve to thy svvete lore.
4
My soule doth pant, and bray
Mine hart is neere at rest
But seekes to knovve thy lavve thy vvill,
And vvhat may please thee best.
5
O vvould it might thee please
My vvaies to sett in right
That I might both in hart, and deed.
Thy lavves to keepe in sight.
6
O lord I doe tend still
My daies, my time to serue
That I, nor miē may haue a thought
From thy lavves once to svverue
7
O saue me then o god,
Looke on me vvith thy health
For that I rate at such a price
More thē the vvide vvorlds wealth
4. Sighe.
O let the vvords of my mouth, the
thoughts of my hart, the tune of my
voice, & touch of my tongue be euer in
thy sight o lord as a svveet smell for Christ
his sake both at morne, Eue, & none daye.
