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A feruent supplication,
Tending to mortification,
And new regeneration,
That leadeth to saluation.
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Though eye may see, and tongue can tell
The state of greatest Princes heere,
And such as in their courts do dwell,
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O mortall man, regarde and see,
what God in loue hath done for thee:
When thou wast nought but dust and earth,
he put into thee lyfe and breath,
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O Blessed God omnipotent,
How much is mankind bound to thee,
For all thy workes so excellent,
As thou hast set them in degree.
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Though Christ his merits be of power,
To saue mankind from Hell,
And Adams heyres for to restore,
With him in ioyes to dwell.
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O heauenly Lord O father deare, how downe thine eares to me
A wofull wretch that in my grief do onely seeke to thee.
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O mightie God thou Lord omnipotent,
who onely rulest all thinges at thy wyll,
Whose throne is far abeue the fyrmament:
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He that is poore in spirite and in mynde,
and rightly deemes his vertues to be small.
He that in his soule no goodnes can finde,
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Almighty God, beholding Man,
Depryued of his blessednesse,)
To looke with visage pale and wan,
(By reason of his wretchednesse.)
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I humblie craue that as my fall,
Hath much offended each degree,
So my restore, may comfort all
That loue the Lord vnfeinedlie.
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He that doth looke to raigne with Christ,
In euerlasting blessednesse,
Must take great care that he persist,
In these degrees of holinesse.
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Mankinds lamentation,
Of their miserable condition,
By naturall corruption,
Through Adams inclination,
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If Saloman the wisest King,
That euer raigned on this earth,
Could not describe the fearefull sting,
Of wounded conscience during breath.
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I do not seeke to feede their fickle braine,
In filed phraze, that set there sole delight,
Nor how to descant braue on things most vaine,
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O Glorious God, how much is Man,
For euer bound to praise thy Name,
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High heyre apparant to our supreame King,
Eternall God enrich thee with his grace,
Now in thy Prime of age, with vertues spring,
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The former, Sith we all confesse,
Our selues still sinners for to be,
And that (as Scripture doth expresse)
We ought to die eternally.
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Immanuell Iesus Christ our Lord,
Hauing fulfild his Fathers Law,
Did likewise willingly accord,
The penalty to vndergo.
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Some Men suppose, that though mans fall
Did bring his of spring into paine,
Yet God his Law gaue vnto all,
To reconcile mankind againe.
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A Feruent Supplication

A feruent supplication,
Tending to mortification,
And new regeneration,
That leadeth to saluation.

Most louing Lord, and Father deere,
I humbly sue vnto thy grace,
That thou (in Christ) my suite wilt heare,
Which now I make before thy face.

And first whereas my sinfull soule,
Hath much offended many waies,
O Lord do thou her lusts controule,
To liue according to thy lawes.

My hart, the harbor of all sinne,
That in my body doth remaine,
Reforme a new, for to begin,
From wickednesse for to refraine.

My thoughts that were Impure before,
To range from sin to sin each day,
O sanctify them more and more,
To please thy goodnesse euery way.

My wit and will, withall the rest,
Of inward guifts of soule and mind,
That haue to sin beene ready prest,
Let now to goodnesse be enclinde.

My harts affections fully fraught,
With sundry sinfull passions,
From henceforth, let them all be taught,
To leaue such detestations.

My sences seeming in their kind,
VVith fading pleasures to abound,
Heareafter (Lord) their lusts fast binde,
In moderation to be found.

The members of my bodie fraile,
VVhich haue beene bent to all kind euill,
Let them (O Lord) no more preuaile,
To displease thee, and please the Deuill.

My wandring eyes in worldly lust,
VVhich tooke their pleasure night and day,
Translate their sight to obiects iust
Thereby to please thee all they may.

Mine eares, that chiefely tooke delight,
In foolish, vaine, and fruitles sounds,
Make them heareafter to despyght,
All such vnsure, deceitfull grounds.

My tongue, that I could seldome baulke,
From discoursing of vanities,
Restraine henceforth: And now to taulke,
Of thy iust lawes and misteries

My hands so nimble, ready bent,
To wanton sports and idle play,
Heareafter let theyr time be spent,
In doing good each kind of way.

My Armes and Legges that haue beene strong,
To prosecute my wicked will,
Keep henceforth (Lord) from offering wrong,
And thy mind alwaies to fulfill.

My feete, that haue beene often prest,
To follow sin and vaine excesse,
Make them heareafter with the rest,
To haunt the waies of Godlinesse.

And to conclude (Lord) mortifie,
All sin in Soule and body to,
That henceforth they may both agree,
Thy will in all things for to do.

O let them make their chiefest ioy,
To heare and read thy holy word,
Which shall keepe them from all annoy,
When faith and life thereto accord.

Then shall I be thy Seruant deere,
When all my powers aright do frame,
Then shall I raigne with thee else--where,
And euer blesse thy holy name.

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