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A1v Colloſſ. iii.Col. 3 If ye be riſen agayne with Christe, ſeeke the thynges. which ar above, wher Christ ſitteth on the right hand of god. Set your affection on thynges that are above: and not on thinges, whiche are on the earthe.

Moſte benynge lord Jesu, grāant me thy grace, that it may alway worke in me, and perſever with me unto the ende.

Graunte me, that I maie ever deſyre and wille that whiche is moſte pleaſaunte, and moſte acceptable to the.

Thy will be my wille, and my will be to folowe alway thy wil.

Let there be alwaye in me one wille, and one deſire with the, & that I have no deſire to will, or not to will, but as thou wilte.

Lorde, thou knoweſt what thynge is moſte profytable and and moſte expedient for me.

Gyve therfore what thou wilt, as much as thou wilt, and whan thou wilt.

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Doe with me what thou wilt, as it ſhall pleaſe the, and as ſhal be moſt to thyne honour.

Put me where thou wilte, and freely do with me in all thynges after thy will.

Thy creature I am, and in thy handes, lede and turne me where thou wilte.

Lo, I am thy ſervaunt, readye to all thynges that thou comandeſt: for I deſire not to live to my ſelfe, but to the.

Lorde Jesu, I praye the grant me grace, that I never ſette my herte on the thynges of this worlde, but that all worldly and carnall affeccions maie utterlye dye and be mortifyed in me.

Graunt me above all thinges, that I maie reſt in the, and fully quiete A3r quiete and pacifie my hert in the.

For thou lord, art the very true peace of hert, & the perfeit reſt of the ſoule: and withoute the, all thinges be grevous & unquiet.

My lorde Jesu, I beſeche the, be with me in everye place, and at all tymes, and lette it be to me a ſpeciall ſolace, gladly for thy love to lacke all worldly ſolace.

And if thou withdraw thy comfort frome me at any tyme, kepe me, O lorde, from deſperacion, and make me paciently to abyde thy wyll and ordinaunce.

O lord Jesu, thy judgementes bee rightuouſe, and thy providence is much better for me, thāan al that I can imagine or deviſe.

Wherefore do with me in all thinges as it ſhal pleaſe the: for Aiii it A3v it maie not be but wel, all that thou doeſt.

If thou wilt that I be in light, be thou bleſſed: if thou wilt I be in darkneſſe, be thou alſo bleſſed.

If thou voucheſafe to comfort me, be thou highly bleſſed: if thou wilt I live in trouble, and withoute comforte, be thou likewyſe ever bleſſed.

Lord, gyve me grace gladly to ſuffre what ſoo ever thou wilte ſhall fal upon me, and paciently to take at thy hande good and badde, bitter and ſwete: joy and ſorowe: and for all thinges that ſhall befalle unto me, hertilye to thanke the.

Kepe me lorde from ſynne, and I ſhall then neither dread death nor hell.

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O what thankes oughte I to gyve unto the, whiche haſte ſuffered the grevouſe deathe of the Croſſe, to delyver me frome my synnes, & to obteyn everlaſting life for me?

Thou gaveſt us moſte perfect example of pacience, fulfillinge and obeyinge the will of thy father even unto the deathe.

Make me wretched ſinner, obediently to uſe my ſelfe after thy wil in all thynges, and paciently to beare the bourden of this corruptible lyfe.

For though this life be tedious, and as an hevy burdein to my ſoule: yet nevertheleſſe thoroughe thy grace, and by example of the, it is nowe made much more eaſy, and comfortable then Aiiii it A4v it was before thy incarnacion & paſſyon

Thy holy life is our waye to the, and by folowynge of the, we walke to the, that arte oure head and ſavior: And yet except thou haddeſt gone before, & ſhewed us the waye to everlaſting life, who woulde endevour hym ſelfe to folow the? ſeynge we be yet ſo ſlow and dull, havyng the light of thy bleſſed example and holy doctrine to leade and direct us.

O lorde Jesu, make that poſſible by grace, that is impoſſible to me by nature.

Thou knoweſte well, that I maye litle ſuffre, and that I am anone caſt downe and overthrowen with a litle adverſitie: wherforefore A5r fore I beſeche the, O lorde, to ſtrengthen me with thy ſpyrite, that I may willingly ſuffre for thy ſake al maner of trouble and affliction.

Lorde, I will knowlage unto the, all mine unrightuouſneſſe, and I wyll confeſſe to the all the unſtableneſſe of my herte.

Oftentimes a veray litle thing troubleth me ſore, and maketh me dull and ſlow to ſerve the.

And ſometyme I purpoſe to ſtand ſtrongly, but whan a litle trouble cometh, it is to me great anguiſhe and grief, & of a right litle thing riſeth a grevous tēemptacion to me.

Yea when I thinke my ſelfe to be ſure and ſtrong, and that (as it ſemeth) I have upper hand: ſodenly A5v ſodenly I feele my ſelfe ready to fall with a littell blaſte of temptacion.

Behold therfore good lord, my weakenes, and conſider my frailneſſe, beſte knowen to the.

Have mercy on me, and delyver me from all iniquitie and ſynne, that I be not intāangled therwith

Oftentimes it greveth me ſore, and in maner counfoundethe me, that I am ſo unſtable, ſo weake, and ſo frail in reſiſtynge ſynfull mocions.

Which although they draw me not alway to conſent, yet never the leſſe theyr aſſaultes be veray grevouſe unto me.

And it is tedious to me, to live in ſuche battayle, albeit I perceive that ſuche battaile is not vnprofi- A6r unprofitable unto me. for therby I knowe the better my ſelfe, and mine owne infirmities, and that I muſt ſeeke helpe onely at thy handes.

O lorde god of Iſraell, the lover of al faithful ſoules, vouchſafe to behold the labour and ſorow of me thy poore creature.

Aſſiſte me in all thynges with thy grace, & ſo ſtrength me with heavenly ſtrength, that neither my cruell enemye the fende, neither my wretched fleſſhe (which is not yet ſubjecte to the ſpirite) have victory or dominion over me.

O what a lyfe may this be called, where no trouble nor miſery lacketh? where every place is ful of ſnares of mortall ennemies?

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For one trouble or temptacion over paſſed, an other commeth by and by, and the firſte conflict yet durynge, a newe battaile ſodenly ariſeth

Wherfore, lorde Jesu, I pray the, geve me the grace to reſt in the above all thynges, and to quiete me in the above all creatures: above all glorie and honour, above al dignitie & power, above al cunning and policie: above al helth and beautie, above all riches and treaſure: above al joy and pleaſure: above al fame and praiſe: above al myrthe and conſolacion that mans hert may take or feele beſides the.

For thou lorde god, arte beſte, moſte wyſe, moſte high, moſte mightie, moſt ſufficiēent, and moſte full A7r full of all goodnes, moſte ſwete, and moſt cōomfortable, moſte faire, moſt loving, moſte noble, moſte glorious, in whom all goodnes moſte perfectly is.

And therefore what ſo ever I have beſide the, it is nothing to me: for my hert may not reſte, ne fully be pacified but onely in the

O lorde Jesu, moſte lovinge ſpouſe, who ſhall gyve me winges of perfect love, that I maie flye up from theſe worldly myſeries, and reſte in the?

O when ſhall I aſcend to the, and ſee, & feele howe ſwete thou arte?

Whan ſhal I holly gather my ſelfe in the, ſo perfectly, that I ſhall not for thy love feele my ſelf, but the only above my ſelf, & aboue A7v above all worldly thynges, that thou maieſt voucheſafe to viſite me in ſuche wiſe, as thou doeſte viſite thy moſte faythful lovers.

Now I often mourne and complayne of the miſeryes of this life, and with ſorow, and greate heavyneſſe ſuffre them.

For many thinges happen daily to me, which often times trouble me, make me heavy, and darken myne underſtandyng.

They hinder me greatly, and putte my mynd from the, and ſo encoumbre me many waies, that I can not freely, and clerely deſyre the, ne have thy ſwete conſolacions, which with thy bleſſed ſaintes be alwaie preſent.

I beſeche the lorde Jesu, that the ſyghynges and inwarde deſiresſires A8r ſires of my herte may move and incline the to here me.

O Jesu, kynge of everlaſting glory, the joy and comfort of all chriſten people, that ar wāandring as pylgrims in the wildernes of this world: my hert crieth to the by ſtille deſires, and my ſilence ſpeketh unto the and ſaith: how longe taryeth my lorde god to come to me?

Come, O lorde, and viſite me, for withoute the I have no true joye, withoute the, my ſoule is hevy and ſadde.

I am in priſon, and bound with fetters of ſorowe, tyll thou, O lord, with thy gracious preſence voucheſafe to vyſite me, and to bryng me againe to libertie and joy of ſpirite, and to ſhew thy favourableuourable A8v vourable countenance unto me.

Open my herte lorde, that I maie behold thy lawes, & teache me to walke in thy commandementes.

Make me to know and folowe thy will, and to have alwaies in my remembrance thy manyfolde benefyttes, that I maie yeld due thankes to the for them.

But I knowlage and confeſſe for trouthe, that I am not able to gyve the coōondigne thankes for the leaſt benefit that thou haſte gyven me.

O lorde, al giftes and vertues that any man hathe in body or ſoule, naturall or ſupernatural, be thy gyftes, and come of the, and not of our ſelfe, and they declare the great riches of thy mercycy B1r cy and goodneſſe unto us.

And though ſome have mo giftes than other, yet they all procede from the, and without the, the leaſte can not be had.

O lord, I account it for a great benefit, not to have many worldly giftes, wherby the laude and prayſe of men might blynde my ſoule, and deceyve me.

Lorde, I knowe, that no man ought to be abaſſhed or myſcontent, that he is in a lowe eſtate in this worlde, and lacketh the pleſures of this lyfe: but rather to be glad and rejoyce thereat.

For so muche as thou haſt choſen the poore and meke perſons, and ſuche as are deſpiſed in the worlde, to be thy ſervantes and familiar frendes.

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Wytneſſe be thy bleſſed Apoſtels, whome thou madeſt chiefe paſtours and ſpirituall governours of thy flocke, whyche departed frome the counſail of the Jewes, rejoiſing that they were counted worthy to ſuffre rebuke for thy name.

Even ſo, O lorde, graunt, that I thy ſervaunt maie be as well content to be taken as the leaſt, as other bee to be greatiſt, and that I be as wel pleaſed to be in the loweſt place, as in the hyeſt, and as glad to be of no reputacion in the worlde for thy ſake, as other are to be noble & famous.

Lord, it is the work of a perfeit māan, never to ſequeſter his minde frōom the, and among many worldly cares to go withoute care: not B2r not after the maner of an ydle or a diſſolute perſon, but by the prerogative of a free mynde, alway minding heavenly thinges, and not cleaving by inordinate affeccion to any creature.

I beſeche the therfore my lorde Jesu, kepe me from the ſuperfluouſe cares of this worlde, that I be not inquieted with bodily neceſſities, ne that I be not taken with the voluptuous pleaſures of the worlde, ne of the fleſhe.

Preſerve me from al thynges, which hindereth my ſoule helth, that I be not overthrowen with them.

O lorde god , which arte ſwetenes unſpekable, turne into bytternes to me al worldly and fleſh ly delites, whiche mought draw Bii me B2v me from the love of eternal thinges, to love of ſhort and vile pleſures

Let not fleſhe and bloude overcomme me, ne yet the world with his vaynglory deceyve me, nor the fend with his manifold craftes ſupplant me: but give me goſtely ſtrengthe in reſiſtinge them, pacience in ſuffring theim, and conſtance in perſevering to the ende.

Geve me, for all worldly delectacions, the moſt ſwete conſolacion of thy holy ſpirite, and for all fleſhely love indue my ſoule with fervent love of the.

Make me ſtronge inwardly in my ſoule, and caſte oute therof al unprofitable cares of this world, that I be not ledde by unſtable deſires B3r deſyres of earthly thinges, but that I maie repute all thynges in this worlde (as they be) tranſitory, and ſone vaniſhing awai, and my ſelf alſo with them, drawing towarde mine ende.

For nothynge under the ſonne may longe abide, but all is vanitie and affliction of ſpirite.

Geve me lorde therfore hevenly wyſedome, that I maie lerne to ſeke, and finde the, and above all thynges to love the.

Geve me grace to withdrawe me from theym that flatter me, and pacientlye to ſuffre theym, that unjuſtely greve me.

Lord, whan temptacion or tribulacion cometh, voucheſafe to ſuccour me, that all may tourne to my goſtly comfort, & paciēently B.iii. to B3v to ſuffre, and alway to ſaye, Thy name be bleſſed.

Lorde, trouble is nowe at hande, I am not well, but I am greately vexed with this preſente affliction. O moſte glorious father, what ſhall I dooe? anguiſhe and trouble are on every ſyde, helpe nowe I beſeche the in this howre, thou ſhalte be lauded and praiſed, whan I am perfectly made meke before the. and whanne I am clerely delyvered by the.

Maie it therfore pleaſe the to deliver me, for what may I moſt ſynfull wretche do? or whither maie I go for ſocour but to the?

Geve me pacience now at this time in al my troubles, helpe me lord god, and I ſhal not feare ne dreade B4r dreade, what troubles ſo ever fall uppon me.

And now what ſhal I ſay? but that thy will be done in me: I have deſerved to be trobled and andgrieved: and therfore it behoveth, that I ſuffre as long as it pleaſeth the.

But wold to god, that I might ſuffre gladly, tyll the furious tempeſtes were overpaſſed, and that quietneſſe of herte myght come again.

Thy mightie hande lorde, is ſtronge inough to take this trouble frome me, and to aſ ſwage the cruell aſſaultes therof, that I be not overcome with theim, as thou haſte oftentimes doen before this tyme, that whāan I am clerely delivered by the, Biiii I B4v I maie with gladneſſe ſaie: The right hande of him that is hyghest, hath made this chaunge.

Lorde, graunt me thy ſingular grace, that I may come thether, where no creature ſhall let me, ne kepe me frome the perfeit beholding of the.

For as longe as any tranſitory thing kepeth me backe, or hath rule in me, I maie not freely aſcende to the.

O lorde, without the nothyng maie longe delite or pleſe: for if any thynge ſhuld be liking and ſavory, it muſt be through helpe of thy grace ſeaſoned with the ſpyce of thy wiſedome.

O everlaſtyng lyght, far paſſyng all thynges, ſende downe the beames of thy brightnes frōom aboue, B5r above, and purifye and lyghten the inwarde partes of my herte.

Quicken my ſoule and all the powers thereof, that it may cleve faſt and be joyned to the in joyfulle gladneſſe of goſtely raviſhynges.

O, when ſhal that bleſſed hour come, that thou ſhalt viſite me, and glad me with thy bleſſed preſence, when thou ſhalte be to me all in all? verily until that time come, there can be no perfect joy in me.

But alas, myne olde man, that is my carnal affections, live ſtil in me, and are not crucified, nor perfitly deade.

For yet ſtriveth the fleſhe againſt the ſpirite, and moveth the gret battail inwardly agaīinſt me, and B5v and ſuffereth not thy kingdome of my ſoule to lyve in peace.

But thou good lorde, that hath the lordeſhyp over all, and power of the ſea to aſſwage the rages and ſurges of the ſame, aryſe and help me, deſtroy the power of myne enemies, whiche alwaies make bataile againſt me, ſhewe furth the greatnes of thy goodneſſe, and let the power of thy right hāand be glorified in me, for ther is to me none other hope nor refuge, but in the onely, my lorde, my god, to the be honour and glory everlaſtyng.

O lorde , grant me, that I may wholly reſigne my ſelfe to the, and in al thynges to forſake my ſelfe, and paciently to beare my croſſe, and to folowe the.

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O lord, what is man, that thou voucheſaveſt to have mynde of him? and to viſite hym?

Thou arte alwaie one, alway good, alway rightwiſe and holy, juſtly and bleſſedly diſpoſing al thynges after thy wiſedome.

But I am a wretche, and of my ſelfe alwaie ready and prone to evill, and do never abyde in one ſtate, but many tymes do vary and change.

Nevertheleſſe it ſhall be better with me, whan it ſhal pleaſe the, for thou, O lorde, onely art he, that maiſte helpe me, and thou maieſt ſo confirme and ſtabliſhe me, that my hert ſhal not be changed from the, but be ſurely fixed, and finally reſte and be quieted in the.

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I am nothyng elles of my ſelf but vanitie before the, an unconſtant creature and a feble, and therfore, wherof maie I rightfully glory? or why ſhoulde I loke to be magnified?

Who ſo pleaſeth hym ſelf without the, diſpleſeth the: and he that deliteth in mennes prayeſinges, loſeth the true prayſe before the.

The true prayſe is to be prayſed of the: And the true joy is to rejoyce in the.

Wherfore thy name (o lord ) be prayſed, and not myne.

Thy workes be magnified and not myne, and thy goodneſſe be alwayes lauded and bleſſed.

Thou art my glory, and the joy of my herte, in the ſhall I glory, and B7r & rejoyce, and not in my ſelf, nor in any worldly honour or dignitie, whyche to thy eternall glory compared, is but a ſhadow and veraie vanitie.

O lorde , we lyve here in great darknes, and are ſone deceived with the vanities of this world, and are ſone greved with a litle trouble: yet yf I coulde beholde my ſelfe wel, I ſhulde plainly ſe, that what troble ſo ever I have ſuffered, it hath juſtely commen uppon me becauſe I have often ſynned, and grevouſly offended the.

To me therfore confuſyon, and diſpite is due: but to the laude, honour, and glorie.

Lord, ſend me help in my troubles, for mannes helpe is lyttell worth B7v worthe.

How often have I ben diſpointed, where I thought I ſhoulde have founde frendeſhip? And howe often have I founde it, where as I leaſt thought?

Wherfore it is a vain thing, to truſt in man, for the true truſt & helthe of man, is onely in the.

Bleſſed be thou lorde therfore in all thinges, that happeneth unto us: for we be weke and unſtable, ſoone diſceyved, and ſone chaunged from one thyng to an other.

O lorde god, moſte rightuous judge, ſtronge and pacient, whiche knoweſt the frailtee and malice of manne, be thou my hole ſtrēength and comfort in al neceſſities: for myne owne conſcience (lorde) B8r (lorde) ſuffiſeth not.

Wherfore to thy mercie I do appeale, ſeyng no man maie be juſtified ne appere rightuous in thy ſyghte, if thou examine hym after thy juſtice.

O bleſſed manſion of thy heavenly citie: O moſt clereſt daie of eternitie, whom the night mai never darken.

This is the daie, alwaie clere and mery, alway ſure, and never chaungyng his ſtate.

Would to god this daie might ſhortely appere and ſhyne upon us, and that this worldely fantaſies were at an ende.

This day ſhineth clerely to thy ſaintes in hevēen with everlaſting brightneſſe, but to us pilgrims in earthe, it ſhyneth obſcurely, and B8v and as through a mirroure or glaſſe.

The heavenly citezyns know, how joyous this day is: but we, outlawes, the chyldren of Eve, wepe and waile the bitter tediouſneſſe of our daye, that is of this preſent life, ſhorte and evil, full of ſorowe and anguiſhe.

Where man is often tymes defyled with ſyn, encombred with affliction, inquieted with troubles, wrapped in cares, buſied with vanities, blinded with errours, overcharged with labours, vexed with temptacions, overcome with vaine delites & pleaſures of the world, and grevouſely tormented with penury and nede.

O, when ſhal thende come of al theſe C1r theſe miſeries?

When ſhal I be clerely delivered from the bondage of synne?

When ſhal I (lorde) have onely mynde on the, and fully be glad and mery in the?

When ſhall I be free without lettynge, and bee in perfeite libertie withoute griefe of body & ſoule?

When ſhal I have peace withoute trouble? peace within and withoute? and on every ſyde ſtedfaſte and ſure?

O lorde Jesu, when ſhall I ſtande and behold the? and have full ſight and contemplacion of thy glorie?

When ſhalt thou be to me al in all? and when ſhal I be with the in thy kingdom, that thou haste C ordeyned C1v ordeyned for thyne electe people from the beginnyng?

I am lefte here poore, and as an outlawe, in the lande of mine ennemies, where dailye be battailes and great miſfortunes.

Comforte myne exile, aſwage my ſorowe, for al my deſyre is to be with the.

It is to me an unpleaſant burdeyne, what pleaſure ſo ever the worlde offereth me here.

I deſyre to have inwarde fruicion in the, but I can not atteine therto.

I covette to cleave faſt to heavenly thynges, but worldely af fections pluck my mynd downewarde.

I wolde ſubdue al yvel affections, but they daiely rebelle and ryſe C2r ryſe ageynſte me, and wil not be ſubjecte unto my ſpirite.

Thus I wretched creture fight in my ſelfe, and am grevouſe to my ſelf, whyle my ſpirite deſireth to be upward, and contrary, my fleſhe draweth me downewarde.

O, what ſuffre I inwardly: I go aboute to minde heavenly thinges, and ſtreighte a greate raabble of worldely thoughtes ruſhe into my ſoule.

Therefore lord, be not longe away, ne depart not in thy wrath from me.

Sende me the lyghte of thy grace, deſtroye in me all carnall deſires.

Sende forthe the hotte flames of thy love, to burne and conſume the cloudie fantaſies of my Cii mynd C2v mynde.

Gather, O Lord, my wittes and the powers of my ſoule together in the, and make me to diſpiſe all worldly thynges, and by thy grace ſtrongely to reſiſte and overcome all mocions and occaſions of ſynne.

Helpe me, thou everlaſtynge trouthe, that no worldli gyle nor vanitie hereafter, have power to deceive me.

Come alſo thou hevenly ſweteneſſe, and let al bitternes of ſyn flee farre from me.

Pardon me, and forgeve me, as ofre as in my praier my mynd is not ſurely fixed on the.

For many times I am not ther, where I ſtande or ſyt: but rather there, whyther my thoughtes carie C3r carie me.

For there I am, where my thoughte is, and there as cuſtomably is my thoughte, there is that that I love.

And that oftentimes commeth into my mynde, that by cuſtome pleaſeth me beſt, and that deliteth me moſt to thynke upon.

Accordyngly as thou doeſt ſay in thy goſpell: where as a mans treasure is, there is this herte.

Wherefore if I love heaven, I ſpeke gladly therof, and of ſuche thinges as be of god and of that that apertayneth to his honour, and to the glorifieng of his holy name.

And if I love the world, I love to talke of worldly thinges: and I joye anone in worldely felicitie,C.iii. tie C3v tie, and ſorowe, and lament ſsone for worldly adverſitie.

If I love the fleſſhe, I imagine oftentimes that pleſeth the fleſhe.

If I love my ſoule, I delite muche to ſpeake and to here of thinges, that be for my ſoule helthe.

And what ſo ever I love, of that I gladly here and ſpeake, and beare the ymages of theym ſtill in my minde.

Bleſſed is that man, that for the love of the, lorde, ſetteth not by the pleaſures of this world, & lerneth truely to overcome hymſelf, and with the fervour of ſpirite crucifieth his fleſhe, ſo that in a clene and a pure conſcience, he maie offer his prayers to the, and be accepted to have cōompany of C4r of thy bleſſed aungelles, al erthly thynges excluded frome his herte.

Lord, and holy father, be thou bleſſed, nowe and ever: for as thou wylte, ſo is it done, and that thou dooeſt, is alway beſte.

Let me thy humble and unworthy ſervaunt, joye onely in the, and not in my ſelfe, ne in any thyng els beſide the.

For thou lord, art my gladnes, my hope, my crowne, and all myne honour.

What hath thy ſervaunte, but that he hath of the, and that without his deſerte?

All thinges be thyne, thou haſt create and made them.

I am poore, and have been in trouble and peyne ever from my C.iiii. youth C4v youth, and my ſoule hath ben in great hevineſſe through manyfolde paſſions, that come of the worlde and of the fleſhe.

Wherfore lord , I deſyre that I maie have of the, the joye of inward peace.

I aſke of the, to come to that reſt, whiche is ordeined for thy choſen children, that be fed and nouriſhed with the lighte of hevenly comfortes: for withoute thy helpe, I can not come to the.

Lorde geve me peace, geve me inwarde joye, and then my ſoule ſhalbe full of heavenly melody, and be devoute and fervente in thy laudes and praiſynges.

But if thou withdrawe thy ſelf from me (as thou haſte ſomtyme doen) than maie not thy ſervant ren C5r ren the waie of thy commandementes, as I dyd before.

For it is not with me, as it was, when the lanterne of thy goſtly preſence did ſhine upon my hed, and I was defended under the ſhaddowe of thy wynges frome all perylles and daungers.

O mercifull lord Jesu, ever to be praiſed, the tyme is come, that thou wilte prove thy ſervaunte, and ryghtfull is it, that I ſhall now ſuffre ſomewhat for the.

Nowe is the houre commen, that thou haſt knowen from the beginnyng, that thy ſervant for a tyme ſhulde outwardly be ſette at naught, and inwardly to lene to the.

And that he ſhulde be diſpiſed in the ſyghte of the worlde, and be C5v be broken with affliction, that he may after ariſe with the in a new lighte, and be clarified and made glorious in thy kingdome of heaven.

O holy father, thou haſte ordeined it ſo to be, and it is done as thou haſt commanded.

This is thy grace (O lorde ) to thy friende, to ſuffre hym to bee troubled in this worlde for thy love, how often ſo ever it be, and of what perſon ſo ever it be, and in what maner ſo ever thou wilt ſuffre it to fal unto him: for without thy will or ſufferaunce what thyng is doen upon earth?

It is good to me (O lord) that thou haſte mekened me, that I maye therby lerne to know thy rightuous jugemēentes, & to put frome C6r from me all maner of preſumpcion, and ſtatelineſſe of herte.

It is veraie profitable for me, that confuſion hath covered my face, that I maie learne thereby rather to ſeke to the for help and ſuccour, then to man.

I have therby learned to drede thy ſecrete and terrible jugementes, which ſcourgeſt the rightuous with the ſynner, but not without equitie and juſtice.

Lorde, I yelde thankes to the, that thou haſt not ſpared my ſinnes, but haſt punyſhed me with ſcourges of love, and haſte ſent me affliction and anguyſhes within and without.

No creature under heven may comforte me but thou (Lorde god) the hevenlie leche of mans ſoule, C6v ſoule, which ſtrikeſt and healeſt, which bryngeſt a man nygh unto death, and after reſtoreſt him to life agayne, that he maie therby learne to knowe his owne weakneſſe and imbeſilitie, and the more fullye to truſte in the (lord.)

Thy diſcipline is layde upon me, and thy rodde of correction hath taught me, and under that rod I holly ſubmitte me.

Strike my back and my bones as it ſhall pleaſe the, and make me to bowe my croked will unto thy will.

Make me a meeke and an humble diſciple, as thou haſte ſometime done with me, that I maye walke after thy wil.

To the I committe my ſelfe to be C7r be corrected: for better it is to be corrected by the here then in time to come.

Thou knoweſt al thinges, and nothing is hid frome the that is in mans conſcience.

Thou knoweſt all thynges, to come before they fall, and it is not nedeful, that any man teache the, or warne the of any thinge that is done upon the yearth.

Thou knoweſte what is profitable for me, and how much tribulacions helpen to pourge away the ruſt of ſinne in me.

Doe with me after thy pleſure, I am a ſynfull wretche, to none ſo well knowen as to the.

Grant me (lord) that to know, that is neceſſary to be knowen: that to love, that is to be loved: that C7v that to deſire, that pleaſeth the: that to regard, that is precious in thy ſyghte: and that to refuſe, that is vyle before the.

Suffre me not to judge thy miſteries after my outwarde ſenſes, ne to gyve ſentence after the heryng of the ignoraunte, but by true judgement to diſcerne thinges ſpiritual, and above al thinges alwaie to ſerche and folowe thy wyll and pleaſure.

O lorde Jesu, thou art all my richeſſe, and all that I have, I have it of the.

But what am I (lorde) that I dare ſpeke to the? I am thy pore creature, and a worme moſt abjecte.

Behold Lord, I have nought, and of my ſelfe I am noughte worthe, C8r worth, thou art onely god, rightuouſe and holy, thou ordereſte all thinges, thou gyveſt al thinges, and thou fulfylleſt all thinges with goodneſſe.

I am a ſynner, barrein and voide of godly vertue.

Remembre thy mercies, and fil my herte with plentye of thy grace, for thou wilt not that thy workes in me ſhould be made in vaine.

Howe maie I beare the miſery of this lyfe, except thy grace and mercie dooe comforte me?

Tourne not thy face from me, deferre not thy viſiting of me, ne withdraw not thy comfortes, leſt happely my ſoule be made as drie earthe without the water of grace.

Teache C8v

Teache me lorde , to fulfyll thy wylle, to lyve meekely, and worthily before the, for thou arte all my wyſedom and cunnyng, thou arte he, that knoweſte me as I am, that kneweſt me before the world was made, and before I was borne or broughte into this lyfe, to the (o lorde) be honoure glorie and prayſe for ever and ever Amen.

Laudes deum in eternum Amen.


A praier for the king.

OLorde Jeſu Chriſt moſt hygh, moſte myghty, kyng of kynges, lorde of lordes, the onely rular of princis, the veray ſonne of god, on whoſe ryghte hande ſittyng, doeſte frome thy throne behold al the dwellers upon yearth: with moſt lowly hertes we beſeche the, vouchſafe with favourable regarde, to behold our moſte gracious ſoveraign lord, kynge Hēenry the eight, and ſo repleniſſhe hym with the grace of thy holy ſpirite, that he alway incline to thy wil, & walk in thy waie. Kepe him far of frōom ignorāance, but through thy gift, let prudence and knowelage alwaie abound in his roial herte: E So D1v So inſtructe hym (O Lorde Jesu) reigning upon us in earth that his humain majeſtie, alwai obey thy divine majeſtie in feare and dreade. Indue hym plentyfully with hevenly giftes. Grāant hym in helth and welth long to lyve. Heape glorye and honoure upon hym. Glad hym with the joye of thy countenaunce. So ſtrengthe hym, that he may vanquyſhe and overcome al his and our foes, and be dred and feared of all the enemies of his realme. Amen.

A Praier for men to ſay entring into battayle.

O almyghty kyng and lorde of hooſtes, whiche by thy aungelles D2r āangels therunto appointed doeſt miniſter both warre and peace, & which diddeſt geve unto David both courage and ſtrength, beyng but a litle one, unarmed, & unexpert in feates of war with his ſlyng to ſette upon and overthrowe the great huge Goliath, our cauſe now being juſt, and being inforced to entre into warre and bataile, we moſt humbly beſeche the (O lorde god of hoſtes) ſo to turne the hertes of our ennemies to the deſire of peace, that no chriſten blud be ſpilt, or els graunt (O lorde) that with ſmall effuſion of bloude, and to the litle hurt and domage of innocentis, we maye to thy glory optein victory: and that the warres being ſone ended, we may al, E.ii. with D2v with one herte and mynde, knyt togyther in concorde and unitie, laude and prayſe the, whiche liveſt and reigneſt, worlde without ende. Amen.

Imprinted at London in
Fleteſtrete by Thomas Berthelet
printer to the kinges
highnes, 1545-06-06the ſeconde of
June, the yere of
oure lorde M.

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