The first straine.
1
Lord heare my suite, my plainte,
That my soule makes to thee.
Lord in thy truth one looke of grace
Grant in thy loue to me.
2
Lord see the moane I make,
Looke on me in thy grace
Let not my sighes come backe in vaine
But shewe to me thy face,
3
Loe I was borne in sinne,
My kind, my shape, my all,
My stocke, my flocke, my selfe from birth
O Lord from thee did fall.
4
And I poore soule am sett
In greefe, in paine, in woe,
My sinnes come on, my soule doth faint,
O quitt me of my foe.
5
My sinnes the haires doe passe
That are set on my head,
My hart doth feare, and faint, and faile
And I am as one dead.
6
Thus goe I greeud, and goord,
And frett in hart, and spright
Thus am I faint vvith feare, & death
My sinnes they doe me fright.
7
The deeds that I haue done
Are sett in vevve of eie.
My faults, my thoughts, my sinne my shame
Thy lavves thy lookes doe spie.
1. Sighe.
O that my thoughts, vvords, vvorkes
and vvaies vvere made so straight, and
right, that I might keepe thy lavves of
lord all the daies, & nights of my
vvhole life so should I be clere, & cleane
from the guilt of sinne, & shame.
