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The .xii. Articles of the christian Faythe.

All my belief, and confidedce,
Is in the Lord of might,
the father which al things hath made
the day & eke the night,
the heauēs & the firmament,
and also many a star,
the earth: and all that is therin,

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which passe mās reason far.
And in lyke maner I beleue,
In Chryste oure Lorde, hys sonne:
Coequall with the deitie,
And man in flesh and bone.
Conceyued by the holy Ghost,
His word doth me assure:
And of his mother Mary borne,
Yet she a Uirgin pure.
Because mankind to Sathan was,
For sinne in bonde and thrall:
He came and offred vp him selfe,
To death to saue us vs all.
And suffering most greuous paine:
Then Pilate beyng iudge:
Was crucifyed on the cros,
And therat did not grudge.
And so he dyed in the fleshe,
But quickned in the sprite:
His body then was buryed,
As is our vse and ryte.
His sprit did after this descend,
Into the lower partes:
To them that long in darknes were,
The true lyght of theyr hartes.
And in the third day of his death,
He rose to lyfe agayne:

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To thende he might be gloryfyed,
Out of oll grief and payne.
Ascending to the heauens hie,
To sit in glory styll:
On Gods right hand, his Father dere,
According to his will.
Untill the day of iudgement come,
When he shall come againe:
With Angels power, yet of that day,
We all be vncertayne,
To iude all people rightuously,
Whom he hath dearly bought:
The lyuing and the dead also,
Which he hath made of nought.
And in the holy spirit of God,
My fayth to satisfye:
The third parson in Trinitie,
Beleue I stedfastlye.
The holy and catholick Churche,
That Gods worde doth maintayne:
And holy Scripture doth alowe,
Which Sathan doth disdayne.
And also I doo trust to haue,
By Iesu Christ his death:
Release and pardon of my sinnes,
And that only by fayth.
What time all flesh shall ryse agayne,
Before the Lorde of might:
And se him with theyr bodely eyes.
Whiche now doo geue them light.

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And then shall Christe our sauior,
The shepe and Goates deuide:
And geue lyfe euerlastyngly,
to those, whom he hath tride,
Whiche is the realme celestiall,
In glory for to rest:
With all the holy company,
Of Saincts and Angels blest,
Whiche serue the Lorde omnipotent,
Obediently eche houre:
To whom be all dominion,
And prayse for euermore.