O Lorde of Lordes, God almightie, greate and dreadfull, whiche by thy woorde haste made heauen, yearth, the Sea, and all thynges conteined in them.

Nothyng is hable to resist thy power, thy mercie is ouer all thy woorkes.

〈◊〉 thynges bée vnder thy dominiō and rule: bothe man 〈◊〉 beaste, and all liuyng ••• atures.

Thou arte mercifull too whom thou wilte: and haste compassion on whom it pleaseth thee.

Thy counsaile shalt stand for euer: and what so euer thou wilt shalbe doen.

Power, Dominion, and Glorie is thine: whiche arte aboue all thynges, and in all thynges; and in vs all.

Thou arte father of mercies, and GOD of all grace, peace, and comforte: whiche wilt not the death of sinne • nor delitest in the damnation of soules.

O Lorde God, whiche art riche in mercie, and of thyne especiall loue towardes vs, euen when wee were thyne enemies by sinne, didst sende into the worlde thyne onely begottē sonne Iesus Christ: that whosoeuer beleueth duly in hym, shall not perishe, but haue euerlastyng life.

Haue mercie vpō me, haue mercie vpon me, accordyng to thy greate mercie.

And according to the multitude of thy merc •• , put awaie myne 〈…〉

O God moste 〈…〉 me from my 〈◊〉 , and make me cleane 〈◊〉 myne vncleannesse.

For I acknowledge (O Lorde) my heinous synnes: and accuse my self of myne vnrighteous deedes.

I confesse against my self, the wickednesse of my hart, whiche hath been euer vnfaithfull, and rebellyng against thy preceptes.

I haue béen an vntrue and a froward childe to thee, and haue prouoked thee with my vanities.

O holie father, I haue offended thy diuine Maiestie: and am not worthie to bee called thy sonne.

Bicause I prouoked thee to anger, through the multitude of my synnes: and haue not exercised my self in thy righteous lawes.

I haue turned backe from thy waies, and doen euill before thee.

I haue doen wickedly and vniustly behaued my selfe, leauing thy cōmaundementes, and murmuring against thy correction.

I haue tourned my self awaie, and not kepte my promise made vnto thée: I haue walked in an euill waie, after myne owne thoughtes & fantasies, chusyng the thynges that thou wouldest not.

O Lorde God almightie, I haue not feared thee, nor shewed due reuerence vnto thee: but I haue been disobedient & stubburne vnto thée.

As a cōmon harlot is with out shame, euē so am I without shame of my synnes: for behold, I speake vnto thee, & yet I synne more and more.

I haue left that whiche is good, and gone backe from thee: and I haue not put my truste and hope in thee, my maker, but haue soughte for helpe, and sauegarde otherwise.

I haue ploughed wickednesse, and reaped iniquitie, & eaten the fruicte of lyes: Bicause I haue trusted in mine owne waie.

I haue cast thy lawes behynde my backe, not regardyng thy commaundementes, nor leauyng mine owne leude customes.

I haue not giuen my hart to returne to thy pathes: for I would not knowe thee, but haue fallē through mine iniquitie.

I neuer vnto this day, turned truely vnto thée with all my harte: But as a woman that breaketh her fidelitie, and promise vnto her houseband, euen so (O lorde God) I haue broken my promise vnto thee.

For I haue liued abhominablie, and haue had no remorse, nor repentaunce for my euill deedes, but haue runne from synne to synne, followyng the leude desires of my harte.

Thou knoweste all thynges (O Lorde) howe I haue prouoked thée to displeasure by my leude inuentions: and none of all my synnes be hid from thee.

I hated thy discipline and correction: and regarded not thy wordes and saiynges.

I haue not doen penaunce for my malice: But haue increased in muche vanitie.

My harte hath been voide of truthe: & my handes haue wrought vnrighteousnesse.

My tonge hath spoken sinfully: and I haue laboured with the imagination of my harte, to finde out lyes and deceiptes, and no truth hath been in my waies.

I haue accustomed my tong to speake • rifles & vanities, fulfillyng my fleshly desires and thoughtes, my purposes and inuentions haue been contrary to thy will, whereby I haue offended the eyes of thy Maiestie.

Thou haste seen all these thynges (O Lorde) and haste holdē thy peace, and yet thei were euill in thy fighte, and displeased thee.

In thy anger thou hast cast me awaie, and arte diuided from me now many daies.

Thou hast giuen me vp to the desires of my harte: To doe the thynges whiche bee not semyng.

Woe I am, that I haue gone from thée: greate is my miserie, that I haue lead my life in synne.

Woe is me, that I haue forsaken thee to doe my deuises, not after thy minde, to accomplishe my thoughtes, which haue not proceaded of thy spirite, but haue heaped vp synne vpon synne.

Myne infamie & reproche is daiely before mine eyes: & for shame I dare not shewe my face.

And now, o lord god, why forgettest thou me: why kepeste thou awaie so long thy mercie from me?

Heare now my cause gratiously, although thou haste been displeased with me agreate while: For thou arte mercifull: bee not angrie alwaies, I beseche thee.

Cast not awaie a contrite & penitent persone, a wretch and an abiecte, whiche humblie calleth vpon thy name.

Tourne againe a little toward me, O lorde God, and forgiue me my mischeuous deedes.

Order me not accordyng to my sinnes, nor punish me as my wickednes deserueth.

Shewe not forthe thy power against a poore wretch: persecute hym not so sore, which is without al strēgth.

Turne not thy face alwaie from my praiers: but accordyng to thy promises, take me againe vnto thy fauour.

For I am thyne, O righteous father, whō thine onely deare sonne hath redemed with his precious bloud.

And now my soule abhorreth my old cōuersation: and of thee, whiche arte iudge of all men, I aske mercie.

I dooe submit my self vnder thy mightie hand: for after thyne, anger thou shewest mercie, and in the time of tribulation thou doest forgiue synnes.

I acknowledge, that I am a sinner, beseching thee lorde God almightie, of thy goodnesse to doe with me, accordyng to thy greate mercie.

I am cōfounded and ashamed to lifte vp myne eyes vnto thee, for my synnes are ascended vp vnto thy sight.

Against thee (O father) againste thee I haue synned, and dooen euill before thee: thou seest that myne iniquitie is greate.

Truely I haue béen an offender againste thee, euen from my cradell, and sinee I sucked my mothers brestes, I haue not ceased to doe euil.

Beholde, I was begotten in iniquitie: and my mother brought me into this worlde defiled with synne.

For the Corne of an euill seede is sowen in my harte, and how muche wickednesse hath sprong therof vnto this daie, thou knowest, O lorde.

I can not shake of my synnes and offence, but I carrie still with me the infamie of my youth.

Behold lord, I am sold vnder sinne, and in my fleshe I finde not that whiche is good.

For the good that I would, that dooe I not, but the euill that I hate, that I doe.

Al the thoughtes and imaginations of my harte, haue been sette to dooe euill, euer since I was young.

O why do I dye in my sinnes lorde God: seyng thy wil is not that a synner dye, but returne from his synne, and liue?

For thou art good and mercifull, and accordyng to thy greate mercie, sauest theim that be vnworthie.

For albeit no man is able to beare the punishemente, whiche thou dooest threaten against sinners, yet the mercie, whiche thou hast promised, is greate & vnsearchable.

Thou hast shewed mercie a thousande tymes heretofore: to make thy name glorious, as it is euen yet still.

The olde fathers in their necessities cried vnto thee, & thou didst deliuer them: ther putte their trust in thee: and thei were not confounded.

When thei were at their wittes ende, and wiste not what to dooe: this was their onely refuge, to lift vp their eyes to thee.

Thou didst saue theim for thy names sake, to shewe in them thy might and strēgth.

Many a tyme thei prouoked thee throughe their iniquities, and stirred thy goodnesse to displeasure.

Yet when thou saweste their tribulation, and their lowlie submission vnto thee,

Thou didst remember thy promise, and by and by baddest pitie and compassion vppon theim: accordyng to the multitude of thy mercies.

Haue mercie vpon me (O lorde God omnipotent) haue mercie vpon me: for I am a miserable, and a wretched creature: make me whole I beseche thee, whō thou haste striken for my synne and iniquitie.

My soule is troubled greatly: & how long, O lorde, wilt thou not loke towardes me?

How long wilt thou reiect my praier thus criyng oute vnto thée? Wilte thou heare me at no tyme? Howe long wilt thou tourne awaie thy face from me.

Where be thy old mercies (O Lorde) whom thou haste stablished in thy truthe.

Wilt thou now (O Lorde God) cease to shewe mercie? Or wilt thou withdraw thy goodnesse for displeasure?

Hast thou caste me awaie for euer: That thou wilte neuer hereafter bee pleased with me?

Thy hande is not weakened, but it maie help: and thy eares bee not stopped, that thei refuse to heare.

How long shall my minde bee troubled with painfull and heauie thoughtes? How long shall sorowe formente my harte?

How long shall myne enemie haue the ouerhande of me? loke towardes me, lorde God, and heare my praier.

Giue light to myne eyes, for I haue slepte to longe in death: and my synnes haue preuailed against me.

Tourne againe, O Lorde, turne again, and deliuer my soule: & saue me for thy great mercies sake.

Loe, nowe is the accepted tyme: nowe bee the daies of healthe and grace.

In death who shall remē ber thee? In hell who shall laude or praise thee?

He that liueth, he that liueth, shall praise thee: & shall make thy mercie knowen.

Lorde rebuke me not in thine anger: nor punishe me in thy greate displeasure.

Cast not thy dartes at me: nor laie not thy heauie hand vpon me.

For I haue borne thyne anger a lōg while, and of the Cup of thy high displeasure, I haue drunke, very deepe.

There is no health in my fleshe, for feare of thy displesure: I haue no peace nor reste, when I beholde my synnes.

My iniquities bee gone ouer my head: and like an heuie burdein thei daily presse me doune.

The woundes in my soule dooe fester, and stincke, euen through myne owne follie.

I am a wretche, cast awaie frō thy fauour and presence, and goe mournynge all the daie long.

My soule is full of filthynesse, and no parte of me is whole and sounde.

Wherefore my enemies dooe persecute me the more, the greatnesse of my paine maketh me to rore and crie.

My hart fainteth and trē bleth within me, and my strength is gone awaie.

O Lorde, thou knoweste my desire, and thou seest my necessitie.

Forgiue me all my sinnes (O Lorde GOD almightie) for thyne owne sake, and put out of thy sight my heinous offences, for according to thy goodnesse, thou haste promised forgiuenesse of synnes to theim that doe penaunce.

Haue mercie on me lorde, for the glorie and honour of thy name, and bee no longer displeased with me, and then thou shalt surely be knowen to bee iuste, and true in thy wordes, and shalt ouercome when thou art iudged.

For by this, thy great grace shalbe knowen: that thou takest mercy on them, whiche haue not whereof thei maie glory in thy sight.

And all the dwellers on the yearth shall learne, and knowe thy goodnesse, when thou shalt conferre, and giue thy benefites to vs for thy greate names sake, and not after our euill waies, and wicked deedes.

Uerely lorde God, except thou shewe vnto vs thy manifolde mercies, the worlde shall not haue life, nor thei that dwell therein.

And if thou helpe vs not with thy goodnesse, how may thei, whiche haue offended, be raised vp frō their sinnes?

Haue mercie on me o good father, haue mercie on me, and for thy glorious name, be no lōger angrie with me.

Take me synner vnto thy mercie, for the name of thy holy sonne Iesus, whō thou haste sente, to bee the obtainer of mercie for our sinnes through faithe in his bloud.

Beholde holie father, beholde thy childe, whom thou hast chosen: beholde thy welbeloued sonne, in whom thy soule deliteth: vppon whom thou hast put thy holy spirit, and sent hym to preache the Gospell to the poore, to heale theim, whiche for their synnes bee sorowfull, and contrite: to comforte them that mourne, to preache pardone to the prisoners, and sight to the blinde.

Beholde thy littell one, which was borne for vs, behold thy sonne whiche is giuen to vs, whom thou haste not spared, but giuē to death for vs all, to bee a sweete offeryng and sacrifice to thee.

Uerely be tooke vpon him in his bodie, our infirmities, and he bare our paines.

He was made weake for our sinnes: and he was woū • ed for our offences.

The correcttion for oure peace was laied vpon hym, & by the strokes that he suffered, our woūdes wer healed.

All wee went a straie like sheepe, euery one followed his owne waie, and thou (O lorde) puttest on him our iniquitie, strikyng hym for the offences of thy people.

He gaue his bodie to bee beaten, and his cheekes to be striken, he turned not a waie his face from them that scorned him, and spit vpon hym.

Through his loue & mercie, he hath redeemed theim that were loste, and by his bloud shedde on the crosse, he hath pacified all thynges, in heauen and in yearth.

He gaue hymself to death, and made his praiers for thē whiche were offenders.

Loke (O mercifull father) and consider, who it is that thus did suffer: and remember (I besche thee) for whom he hath suffered.

For this is that innocente whom thou gauest to death for vs, euen then when wee were synners: and shall wée not, beyng now iustified by his bloud, muche rather bee saued from wrathe through hym?

If we, when we were yet enemies, were reconciled to thee, by the death of thy sōne shall wée not beyng reconciled, muche rather bee saued by his life?

Behold that pure and immaculate lambe, whiche taketh a waie the sinnes of the worlde, by whose precious bloud, we are redemed from our iniquities.

Looke vpon that mooste méeke innocent, whiche like a Lambe that was ledde to his death: and beyng mooste cruelly intreated, once opened not his mouthe.

Behold thine onely sonne, whom although thou begattest of thy almightie power, substaunce, and nature: yet thou wouldest he should bee partaker of my infirmitie.

Whiche being God in nature, thought it no rauine to be equal with God, but made hym self lowe, takyng vpon him the shape of a seruaunt, and commyng in the similitude of sinfull fleshe, cōdemned synne in the fleshe, submittyng hym self vnto thee, O father, euen to the death of the crosse, and there putte on the hande writyng, that was against vs, conteined in the law written, and taking it out of the waie, fastened it to his crosse, on the which he spoiled potestates and powers, and made a shewe of them openly, and triumphed ouer thē in his owne person.

Turne the iyes of thy maiestie (O lorde God) and loke vpon the woorke of thy ineffable goodnesse.

Beh • ld thine owne swete sonne, how all his bodie was drawen, and stretched forthe on the crosse.

Looke vpon all the partes of his bodie, from the croune of the heade vnto the sole of the foote, and no paine shall be found like vnto his paine.

Behold (O louyng father) the blessed head of thy deare soonne, crouned with sharpe Thornes, and the bloud rennyng doune vpon his godlie visage.

Beholde his tender bodie, how it is scourged: his naked breast is striken and beaten: his bloudie side is thrusted through: his hart pāteth: his senewes bée stretched forth: his Godlie eyes dasell, and leese their sight: his princely face is wanne and pale: his pleasaunt tonge is inflamed for paine: his inward partes waxe drie and starke: his armes both blewe and wanne by striefe, his bones bée plucked one from an other: his beautifull legges bee feeble, and weake: & the streames of blood issuyng out of his bodie, renne doune apace vpon his feete.

Looke (O my maker) vpon the humanitie and gētlenes of thy deare soonne: and pitie the infirmitie of thy weake handie woorke.

Beholde (O glorious Father) the bodie of thy deare soonne, all too rente and torne: and remember I beseche thee, of how small substaunce I am.

Loke vpon the pain of him that is bothe God and man: & release the miserie of man, whom thou hast made.

Beholde the greuous sufferyng of the redeemer, and forgiue the sinne of him that is redemed.

Kéepe me frō all euill wayes: and teache me by thy holy spirit, to chuse the waie of truthe.

I beseche thée (o thou king of holinesse) by hym that is moste holy, by this my redemer Christ, that thou bryng me again into the right waie that I maie bee vnited, and made one with hym in spirit whiche abhorred not to bee vnited with me in fleshe.

Make me to goe perfectly in thy pathes, and to hate al wicked waies.

Washe my harte frō malice, and clense me from my secrete synnes.

Clense me (O holy father) with the bloud of the newe Testament of thy welbeloued sonne, which hath loued vs, and washed vs with his bloud from our synnes, and hath redemed vs from al iniquitie.

Purifie my harte by the sanctification of thy spirite, & the sprinklyng of the bloud of thy sonne, frō al filthines of sinne, and euil conscience.

O God almightie, be mercifull vnto me sinner: for thy glorious name sake, and remēber my sinnes no longer.

For thou arte God, gracious and mercifull, and paciently dooest suffer vs: and wouldest that no mā should perishe, but that all menne should returne to penaunce.

Make me, O Lord God, to retourne from my euill waies and wicked thougtes.

Remember not the synnes and abhominations of my youthe: accordyng to thy mercie, bee myndfull of me for thy goodnes sake O lorde.

Looke not vpon me with a greuous countenaunce: for there is no manne that dare speake for me.

Enter not into iudgemēte with thy seruant, for if thou accuse me, I shall neuer bee quitte.

For if thou, o lorde, marke my synnes & iniquitie: who shall not fall before thee?

This is certaine and sure that then in thy sight no mā liuyng shalbe iustified, seyng thou haste founde iniquitie euen in thy angels.

How muche rather in mē, whiche is abhomination and filthinesse, and dwelleth in the earthly house of this bodie, and drinketh iniquitie as it were water?

Who is clene from filthinesse when all be corrupted? Truely not one: No though he haue liued but one daie on the yearthe: and though his Monethes maie bee easilie numbred.

Of a truthe there is no mortal manne, whiche hath not doen wickedly: nor there is any righteous on yearth, whiche doeth good and synneth not.

Yet bicause mercie is in thy hand (O lorde) although thou be dreadfull my hope is in thee, in whom my soule trusteth.

My soule looketh for thee, bicause mercie and plētifull redemption is with thee.

For this I knowe assuredly, that thou wilte not caste me awaie for euer: But although thou caste me awaie for my synnes a while, yet thou wilt haue mercie vpon me againe, accordyng to the multitude of thy mercies.

For thou (O lorde) are • ull of pitie and mercie: and wilt not tourne thy face awaye from vs, if we will retour • e to thee.

Thou art our God, full of sweetenesse, veritie, and pacience, and disposest all thinges by mercie.

The foūtaines of thy goodnes be euer full & flow ouer: thy grace neuer decaieth.

All thy waies be mercie • truth, to them that seke outthy couenaunt and testimonies.

How gētle and louyng the father is to his children, so gentle and louyng arte thou (O lorde) to them that fea • e thee, and for the haboūdance of thy mercy, thou doe it pardon our infirmities.

Thou • nowest thine own handie worke: thou remem • e • est what we are: thou seest that we are fleshe, and of no strength.

Thou hast not forgotten, that this worlde is ful of vnrighteousnesse and wickednesse: and that it is whollie set and bent on euill.

Yea neuerthelesse thou art mercifull, and full of grace, and like a mercifull lord, forbearest to punishe synners, when thei repente them self and returne frō their sinnes.

Haue mercie vpon me (O Lorde God my Sauiour for the glorie of thy name: And deliuer me, & forgiue me my synnes for thy names sake.

O righteous father, looke not straitly vpon the multitude of my synnes: but looke on the face of Iesu thy holie soonne, whiche beyng without synne, bare our synnes in his body on the free of the crosse.

Turne awaie thy face frō my synnes: and putte out all my iniquities.

Make a cleane hart in me (O God) and renue me with a right spirite.

Caste me not awaie from thy presence, and take not thy holy spirite from me.

Giue me againe the comfort of thy helpe: and stablish me with thy mightie spirit.

Mollifie my harte, o lorde God, that I maie returne to thy pathes: for I haue wandered ouer long in the waie of errour.

Tourne me to thée, and I shalbe tourned: for thou arte my maker: & I am the claye and worke of thy handes.

Turne not thy face awaie from me, nor goe not from thy seruaunt in thine anger.

Be my helper, and forsake me not, despise me not, O lorde, whiche art my GOD and my healthe. Amen.

O Lorde GOD mercifull and pacient: & of muche mercifulnesse and truthe.

Which for thy aboundant charitie, and according to thy greate mercie, hast taken vs out from the power of darknesse: and haste saued vs by the fountaine of regeneration and newe birth, and the renuyng of the holie ghoste: whō thou hast shed vpon vs aboundantly by Iesu Christ our sauiour.

If I haue found grace and fauour in thy sighte: Suffer me to speake a woorde vnto thee: and bee not displeased with me.

Why doest thou euer forgette me: and leauest me in the middes of my troubles, and euilles?

Where is become thy zeale and thy strength? Where is the multitude of thy tender affections: & of thy mercies?

O lorde, maie not he whiche is fallen, rise vp againe? or maie not he, whiche hath gone awaie frō thée, returne to thee againe?

Shall my sorowe euer indure? Shall my wounde bée vncurable and neuer healed.

How commeth it to passe, that I tourne still awaie frō thee? my synne daily increaseth, and of my self I cannot retourne.

In as muche as it is not giuen to manne to direct his own waies: neither to make perfect his own procedinges.

For in thy hand is the life of euery liuyng thyng: and the spirit also of euery man.

Thou shewest thy mercie to whō thou wilte: and thou art gracious to them, whom thou fauourest.

Thou doest kill, and thou doest quicken: Thou leadest doune to hell gate, and bryngest vp againe.

Thy iyes beholde the wayes of euery man: and thou searchest the hartes of men.

There is no place so secret or darcke, wherein synners may hide thē selues frō thée.

Nor any mā may so lurke and hide hym self in caues, but thou shalt se hym, which doest fulfill both heauen and yearth in euery parte.

Why hast thou cast me awaie from thy presence? and takest me for thy enemie?

Why hast thou laied vpō my head the heauie waight of my sinnes seyng no mā is able to beare thy displeasure

What meaneth it, that thou sheweste thy power against a wretche? Why destroyest thou me for the sinnes of my youth?

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If I doe iustly, what shall I giue to thee? or what shall thou receiue at my hande?

My wickednesse shal hurt myself: and my rightousnes shall profite me.

The life of man is a temptation vpon the yeare •• and if I haue synne • as all men haue what mai • I 〈◊〉

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Remember (O lorde) I beseche thee, that thou haste made me of the yearth: and that thou shalte br • ng me againe into the dust of death.

My daies passe and vanish awaie like smoke: thei waist daily, there is no tarriyng.

My life flieth awaie as the wynde: and considereth not that whiche is good.

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The daies of my life bee fewe, and shorte: thou haste appoincted an ende, which I shall not passe.

Naked and bare I came out of my mothers wombe: and naked and bare I shall retourne againe: Tuely all men liuyng are vanitie.

Haue pitie, o lorde, on thē that are in miserie: & despise not the workes of thy hādes

Though we sinn • : yet are we vnder thée: for we know thy power and strength: and if we synne not, then are we sure that thou regardest vs.

Cease thy indignation (O lorde) and turne it from me: and caste all my synnes behinde thy backe.

Take awaie thy plagues from me: for thy punishmēt hath made me bothe feeble, and fainte.

For when thou chastisest a manne for his sinnes, thou causest him by and by to consume and pine awaie.

Whatsoeuer is delectable in hym, perisheth like vnto the clothe that is eaten with Mothes.

Would God I had one to defende me a while, vntill thy anger were tourned awaie: or that thou wouldest set me a tyme, in the whiche thou wouldest remēber me.

I am cleane caste awaie frō thy presēce: shall I neuer hereafter se thy face again • ▪

Behold, I haue opened the griefes of my soule: the daies or my sorowes hau • takē me

The fl • uddes of tri • ulation cōpasse me rounde about: and the • reaures of thy fury renne ouer me.

And I crie▪ vnto thee (O lorde God) but thou heareste me not: I aske mercie: but thou reie • test my praiers.

Why thrustest thou doun 〈◊〉 wretche frō thy presence? or why forsakest thou me so long tyme?

Why takest thou not away my iniquitie? And why puttest thou not awaie the wickednesse of my harte?

Arise, and tarry no longer (O Lorde) arise, and • eie •• e me not for euer.

Haue me in remembrance I beseche thée: for I thro • ghly tremble & shake for feare.

Yet I will not holde my tonge▪ but crie still vnto thée with a mournyng & an heauie harte.

Tourne awaie the stroke of thy vengeaunce from me: bryng my minde out of troubles into rest.

I am here no longer continewer, but a pilgrime and a straunger, as all other mortall men be.

And what • s mā, that thou shoulde •• be • angerie with him? Or what is mankinde, that thou shouldest be so heauie Lorde vnto vs?

What, witte thou bryng folowe vpon sorowe? I pant for paine, and finde no reste.

My sorowe greeueth me when I should eate & sodain fighes ouer whelme my hart

I am as if my bones were all to broken, when I heare myne enemies raile vpō me and saie to me daie by daie, where is thy God •

Why tournest thou thy face awaie frō these thinges (O Lorde?) Why hast thou no regarde of my trouble?

I earnestly • ake my prayers daiely 〈◊〉 thy sight and the heauinesse of my hart▪ I doe shewe vnto thee.

My spirite is carefull, and troubled within me: and desperation hath entered into my harte.

Is it thy pleasure, O lorde GOD, to caste awaie thyne owne handie worke?

Deliuer my soule frō corruption, and my life from euerlastyng darkenesse.

What auaileth it me, that euer I was borne, if thou caste me straight into damnation? seyng that she deade shall not praise thee: nor any of theim whiche goe doune to helle.

I haue synned, what shall I doe to thee? why hast thou putte me to bee contrarie to thee? I am wearie of myne owne self.

Why searcheste thou out my sinnes so narrowly: whē there is no man that cā take out of thy hande?

If • would say that I wer rightous and without sinne: then thou mightest worthily condemne me to the fire, prepared for the Deuill and his angelles.

But I confesse, that I am a synner, and I dooe humble my harte in thy sight.

Surely if any man would stande with thee in iudgement, he shall not be able to answere one word to a thousande thynges; wherewith thou mightest charge hym.

This maketh me to feare all my deedes: knowing that thou spareste not hym that offendeth.

If I loke vpon thy power, O how mightie and stronge thou art, if I shall cal for iudgemente, who shall defende my matter, or speak for me?

To thée, O lorde, I cal and crie: to thée my God, I make myne humble sute.

Tourne awaie thyne anger from me: That I maye knowe that thou arte more mercifull vnto me, then my synnes deserue.

What is my strēgth, that I maie indure? Or what is ye ende of my trouble, that my soule maie paciētly abide it?

My strēgth is not a stonie strength: and my flesh is not made of brasse.

There is no helpe in my selfe and my strength fleeth awaie from me.

Although thou hide these thynges in thyne harte: yet I knowe, that thou wilt remember me at length.

For thou art true and iust O lorde God, thou doest not condemne vniustly: whiche rewardest man, accordyng to his deserte • .

All this is come vnto me, bicause I haue forgottē thée, and not vsed my self truely in thy testament.

My hart hath turned backwarde: and I hau • followed the desires of my fleshe.

And thou hast surely knowen thi • thing: which • nowest the s • cretes of the hart

Laie not againste me (O lord) the sinnes of my youth: nor haue in remembraunce • yne olde iniuries dooen against thee.

Daily sorowe ouercometh me: and sa • nesse possesseth my harte.

I looke after peace, but I can not haue it: I looke for a tyme of health, but my grief continueth still.

When the tyme of thyne anger is past, let mercy come yet am I vnhappy more and more.

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How am I wasted? How miserably am I confounded? bicause I haue forsaken, and caste awaie thy lawe.

Death hath ascēded vp by the windowes: pearcyng the inwarde partes of my hart.

When I daily, one while in use secretly with my self, an other while with loude voice crie out and complain: the meane tym • 〈◊〉 draweth nere to the pitte.

Who shall giue me place to reste in from all my griefes and troubles? And I will forsake all men, and get me awaie from them.

Who shal giue me water to my heade, and a fountaine of teares to myne iyes? that I maie bewaile my synnes bothe night and daie.

And I will looke for hym, whiche maie saue me: and deliuer me from the wrathe to come.

I haue no trust neither in life nor death: but I feare thy iudgement, o lorde, & the paines prepared for wicked sinners.

The feare of my sinne maketh me carefull: & the burdein of my consciēce oppresseth me sore.

O God, whiche tenderly louest mankinde, & art most rightful iudge: spare me now I beseche thée, and shewe me some fauour while tyme is.

Forgiue that which I feare putte awaie that whiche I dread: before I depart hence, and shall not returne again.

My synnes do vexe & trouble me sore: thei be so greate that none can be greater.

Alas my fal, alas my miserie, alas ye grief of my plague and stroke: certainly my syn is the cause of all this, and so I will take and suffer it.

TO thee, O lorde, I lift vp my mynde.

In thee I truste, O lorde God, let me not bée cō founded, least mine enemies make me their iestyng stock and a matter to laugh at.

O Lorde, make thy waies knowen vnto me: and trade me in thy pathes.

Directe me in thy truthe, and instruct me: for thou art God my sauiour: I looke after thee euery daie.

O Lorde thou art sweete and rightfull and bringest againe into thy waie, theim that went out.

Thou leadeste streight in thy iudgement them that be milde and tractable: and teachest them that be meke, thy wordes and testimonies.

Thou healest theim that be contrite in harte: & asswageste their paines & griefes.

Thou holdest vp all them, whiche els should fall: and al that are fallen: thou lifteste vp againe.

Thou giuest sighte to the blinde, and losest theim that be bounden.

Thou art nigh vnto al thē that call vpon thee: So that thei call vpon thee faithfully and hartely.

Thou fulfillest the desire of them that feare thee: and hearest their praier, and sauest them.

Haue mercie vpon me (O God) haue mercie vpon me: for in thée my soule trusteth.

Uerely my soule hath a speciall respect vnto thee: for my health, my glory, and all my strēth cometh from thee.

For thyne owne sake (O Lorde God) laie not my synnes to my charge.

I vnderstand not all mine errours: innumerable troubles close me rounde aboute, my synnes haue taken holde vpon me: and I am not able to looke vp.

Put to thy hande to helpe me: and leade me right in al my workes.

Make me to walke perfectly in thy waies, that no kind of synne ouercome me.

Sette a watche before my mouthe: and kéepe the doore of my lippes.

Let the woordes of my mouthe, and the meditation of my hart be euer pleasant and acceptable in thy sight.

Let the woorde of truthe neuer goe awaie from my mouth: and suffer no malice to dwell in my harte.

O Lorde, deliuer my soule from liyng lippes: and saue me frō the deceiptfull tonge

Put into my mouthe thy true and holie woorde: and take cleane from me all idle and vnfruictfull speache.

Deliuer me frō false surmises, & accusations of men: rule me euē as thou thinkest good, after thy wil & pleasure

Turne awaie myne iyes, that thei behold no vain thinges: fasten them in thy way.

Take from me fornicatiō and all vncleanesse: & let not the loue of ye fleshe begile me

Yea, deliuer my soule frō pride, that it reigne not in me, and then shall I be clene from the greatest synne.

Staie and keepe my feete f • om euery il waie, least my steps swarue frō thy pathes.

My iyes looke euer vp vnto thee (O lorde) bicause thou art nigh at hand: and all thy waies be the truthe.

Thy mercies be great and many (O lorde) blessed is • e, who soeuer truste • h in thee.

For whē I s • ied vnto thée my féete be slipped: thy mercie (O Lorde) by and by did holde me vp.

Teache me to do thy will, and leade me by thy pathe waie, for thou art my God.

O lorde saue my soule, and deliuer me from the power of darkenesse.

Let the brightnesse of thy face, shine vpon thy seruant, for vnto thée (O Lorde God) I • aue • edde for succour.

Looke vnto me, and haue mercy vpon me: for I am desolate and poore.

Keepe my soule, & deliuer me, that I be not cōfounded: for I haue trusted in thee.

O Lorde God, forsake me not: although I haue dooen no good in thy sight.

For thy goodnesse graunt me, that at the leaste wise now I maie beginne to liue well. Amen.

I Will magnifie and praise thee (O Lorde GOD) for thou hast exalted me, and set me vp: and my enemies haue not gotten the ouerhande of me.

O Lorde of hostes, I haue cried vnto thée: and thou hast saued me.

Thou haste broughte my soule out of helle: thou haste holden me vp from fallyng into the depe lake, frō whēce no man retourneth.

Thou haste not closed me vp in the handes of myne enemies: but thou haste sette my féete in a place both wide and broade.

I haue soughte thee; and thou hast heard me: thou hast brought me into libertie out of greate distresse.

Thou hast tourned my sorow into gladnesse: thou hast ceased my mournyng, and compassed me rounde about with mirthe.

Thou haste declared thy greate magnificence, in helpyng thy seruaunt.

Thou hast doen mercifully with me in my miseries.

Thou hast regarded ye pain of the poore: thou hast not turned a waie thy face from me.

I will euer be singyng and speaking of thy mercies: and I will publishe to other thy fidelitie and truthe, so longe as I shall liue.

My mouthe shall neuer cease to speake of thy righteousnesse, and of thy benefites: whiche bée so many that I can not number them.

But I will giue thée thankes till death take me away I will sing in ye praise of thée so long as I shall continue.

I will triūphe and reioyce in thy mercie, for that thou hast looked vpon my necessities, and regarde my soule in my greate distresse.

Thou haste been my sure refuge, and the strengthe of my trust, and hope.

I thanke thee Lorde for thy goodnesse alwaie: and for thy exceadyng mercie.

Thou haste been my comfort in the tyme of my trouble, thou hast been mercifull vnto me, o lorde, and hast reuenged the wronges ye mine enemies haue doen to me.

Accordynge to the multitude of the heauie thoughtes that I had in my mynde, thy comfortes haue cleared and lightned my harte.

Thou haste sente me now ioye, for the daies wherein I was in sorowe: and for the yeres in whō I suffered many a painfull storme.

Thou hast called to rem • braunce the rebuke that thy seruaunte hath been put to: and how furiously mine enemies haue persecuted me.

O lorde god of hostes, who may be compared vnto thee? thou art greate and greatlie to bée praised.

Thou art high vpon al the earth, thou art exalted farre aboue all Goddes.

Glorie and honour before thy face: holinesse & magnificence in thy sanctuarie.

With Iustice and Iudgement thy roial throne is stablished: mercie and truth goe before thy face.

Blessed art thou (O lorde) which hast not holden backe thy mercie frō thy seruaunt.

After that I had long looked for thee (O Lorde) at the last thou diddest attende vnto me, and heardest my crie.

Thou hast taken me out of the lake of miserie: and sette my feete vppon a rocke, and made my steppes sure.

Thou haste giuen me my desire: I haue séen thy ioyful countenaunce.

Thou haste striken all my aduersaries, and hast abated their strength.

Thou haste rebuked the rablement of theim that vexed me: and hast plucked me forthe of their handes.

Thou haste caste theim headlyng into their own pit: their feete bee wrapped in the Nette, whiche thei laied priuely for me.

Mine enemies are reculed backe: thei are fallen doune, and destroied from thy sight.

Thou hast been the poore mānes defence, and his helper in tribulation, whē most neede was.

Thou haste dooen Iudgemente for me: thou haste defended my cause against my accusars.

And although thou were verie angrie with me a little while: yet nowe I liue thorowe thy mercie & goodnesse. Uerly I supposed with my self, that I was cleane caste awaie out of thy fauour.

But thou haste heard my praiers: and according to thy greate mercie, hast taken me againe into thy fauour.

O Lorde, of thyne owne minde and will, thou hast giuen strength vnto my soule: but whē thou hidest thy face from me (o lorde) how greatly was I astonied?

When I was in aduersitie, then I cried vnto thee: and thou diddest aunswere me: when my soule was in greate anguishe and trouble then (O lorde) I did remember thee.

I haue tasted & seen howe swete thou arte: truely blessed is that manne that trusteth in thee.

Accordyng to thy name, so is thy cōmendation & praise: but thy counsailes touchyng vs bée without example, and greater then can with woordes be expressed.

Dominiō, power, and glorie bee thyne: for thou haste made al thinges: and bicause thy will is so: thei dooe still continue.

Thy name be blessed, praised, and magnified both now and euer, worlde without ende. Amen.

O Lorde our gouernour, how wonderfull is thy maiestie throughout ye whol worlde? whiche haste set thy glory aboue all the heauens.

What is manne that thou magnifieste hym so greatly? Or the sonne man that thou doest visite hym?

O Lorde, thou art greate and muche to bee praised in thy holie hill.

Praise bee vnto thee (O Lorde God) let our vowes made to thee be alwaies performed.

Confession and magnificence are thy woorke: and thy righteousnes continueth for euermore.

Thou haste dooen many thynges (O lorde God) bothe marueilous and greate: and there is none that cā bee like vnto thee in thy worke.

Thy waies be iust & true, who wil not feare and dread thée, and magnifie thy name

I thāke thee (o lorde God) with all my harte: and I wil halowe thy name for euer.

O lord thou art my strēgth and my praise: Thou haste broughte downe myne enemies, whiche arte a iudge euen from the beginnyng.

The right hande is exceadyng strong: thy right hande worketh many great actes.

Thyne arme is mightie and strōg, and bicause it hath pleased thee, thou hast strēgthened myne infirmitie.

I wil praise thy great and dreadful name: for it is holy.

Although I haue fallē, yet I am not crusshed in peeces: for thou haste susteined my hande.

I haue opened and shewed my waie vnto thee: and in thee I haue trusted, and thou at length haste accomplished my desires.

Thou hast broken the heddes of myne enemies, and haste made theim to stoupe: whiche walked proudely in their synnes.

Thou hast dominion ouer their power, and when thei bee exalted and set a lofte in their waies, thou abateste their courage, and destroiest thē with thy mightie arme.

In thy name, I will euer reioyce, and in thy mercie is all my glorie.

Thou louest righteousnes and iudgement: the yearth is replenished with thy mercy

Thy iye looketh fauourably vpon thē that dread thee, and trust in thy mercie.

There shall no good thing be lackyng to them that seke thée, and thei that feare thee, shall not be helplesse.

For thou doest order their waies, & hearest them when thei crie vnto thee.

That thou maiest deliuer their soule from death: and swage their paines whē thei be greeued.

For thou helpest theim, whose hartes be brokē with sorowe: and bearst vp with thy hande them that be contrite in spirite.

Thou sauest the soules of thy seruauntes, and all thei that truste in thee, shall not be destroied.

Wherefore my tong shall syng thy praise (O lorde god) I wil alwaies magnifie thée.

I will loue thee (O lorde) whiche art my strength, my staie, my might, my sauiour and my refuge.

My God, my defendoure, and my buckeler, the strēgth of my saluation, and my supporter.

After that I had called vpon thee with due laude and praise, thou haste saued me from myne enemies.

When I was in trouble I called vpon thee, thou haste heard my voice out of thy holy temple, and my crie hath entred vp into thyne eares.

Thou hast saued me from myne aduersaries, that rose vp against me: thou hast deliuered me from wicked enemies.

Then haste taken me frō the companie of euill menne and myne iye hath séen vpon myne enemies, the thynges that I desired.

And therefore if it should fortune me to passe through the darcke vale of death: I will goe without feare: For thou wilte bee with me, thy rod and thy staffe shall comforte me.

Thou shalte deliuer mee from tribulation: thou shalt hope me from them, whiche seke to destroie me.

Mine iyes be vpon thée (O Lorde) for thou shalte bryng my feete forthe of the snare.

Unto thee (O Lorde God) I will performe my vowes, I will giue thee thākes both now and euermore: worlde without eror. Amen.

O Come, let vs humble our selues & fall doune before the Lorde with reuerence and feare.

For he is the Lorde oure God: and wee are the people of his pasture, and the sheepe of his handes.

Come therefore, lette vs turne againe vnto our lorde, for he hath smitten vs, and he shall heale vs.

Let vs repent, and tourne from our wickednesse, and our sinnes shalbe forgiuē vs.

Lette vs tourne, and the Lorde will tourne from his heauie wrathe, and will pardon vs, & we shall not perish.

For wee knowledge oure fault, and our sinnes be euer before vs.

Wee haue sore prouoked thyne anger, O Lorde, thy wrathe is waxen hotte, and thy heauie displeasure is sore kindled against vs.

Thou haste in thyne indignatiō striken vs with gréeuous sicknesse, and by and by we haue fallen as leaues, beaten doune with a vehemente winde.

In dede we acknowledge, that all punishementes are lesse then our deseruynges: but yet of thy mercie Lorde, correcte vs to amendement, and plague vs not to our destruction.

For thy hand is not shortned, that thou canst not help neither is thy goodnesse abated, that thou wilt not hear.

Thou haste promised, O Lorde, that afore wee crye, thou wilte heare vs: whilest wee yet speake, thou wilte haue mercie vpon vs.

For none that trust in thée shalbee confounded: neither any that call vpon thee shalbe despised.

For thou arte the onely Lorde, who woundeste, and doest heale againe, who killest and reuiueste, bryngeste euen to helle, and bryngeste backe againste.

Our fathers hoped in thée, thei trusted in thée, and thou diddest deliuer them.

Thei called vpon thée, and were helped: thei put their truste in thee, and were not confounded.

O Lorde, rebuke not vs in thyne indignation, neither chasten vs in thy heauie displeasure.

O remember not the synnes, & offences of our youth: but accordyng to thy mercie thinke thou vpon vs, o lorde for thy goodnes.

Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lorde, for wée are weake: O Lorde heale vs, for our bones are vexed.

And nowe in the vexation of our spirites, and the anguishe of our soules, wee remember thee, and wee crye vnto thee: heare Lorde, and haue mercie.

For thyne owne sake, and for thy holie names sake, incline thyne eare, and heare, O mercifull Lorde.

For we doe not powre out our praiers before thy face, trustyng in our owne righteousnesse: but in thy greate and manifolde mercies.

Washe vs throughly frō our wickednesse: and clense vs from our synnes.

Tourne thy face from our synnes, and put out all oure misdeedes.

Make vs cleane hartes, O God: and renewe a right spirite within vs.

Helpe vs, o God of our saluation, for the glorie of thy name: O deliuer vs, and bee mercifull vnto our synnes, for thy names sake.

So we that be thy people, and shepe of thy pasture, shal giue thee thankes for euer, and will alwaies be shewing forthe thy praise, from generation to generation.

Glory be to the father. &c.

As it was in the begin. &c.