Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Merciful father, thy pitiful grace extend, To me careful wretch, which have me sore abused. Thy precept breaking. O lord, I mind to amend, If thy great goodness, would now have me excused, Most heavenly maker, let me not be refused, Nor taste from thy sight, for one poor sinful cr 〈…〉 Alas I am frail, my whole kind is but slime▪ I wot it is so, yet art thou no less faulty, Than thou hardnest been made, of matter much more worthy, I gave the reason, and wit to understand, The good from the evil. And not to take on hand, Of a brainless mind, the thing which I forbade the. Soch heavy fortune, hath chiefly chanced me, For that I was left, to mine own liberty. Then thou art blameless, and the fault thou layest to me? Nay, all I ascribe, to my own imbecility. No fault in the lord, but in my infirmity, And want of respect, in such gifts as thou gavest me. For that I put thee, at thine own liberty, Thu oughtest my goodness, to have in more regard. Avoid it I can not, thou layest it to me so hard. Lord now I perceive, what power is in man, And strength of himself, when thy sweet grace is absent. He must needs but fall, do he the best he can, And danger himself, as appeareth evident. For I sinned not, so long as thou wert present. But when thou wert gone, I fell to sin by and by, And the disposed. Good lord I axe the mercy. Thu shalt die for it, with all thy posterity. fault good lord, avenge not thyself on me. but a worm, or a fleshly vanity. I say thou shalt die, with thy whole posterity. Yet mercy sweet lord, if any mercy may be. I am immutable, I may change no decree. Thu shalt die (I say) without any remedy. Yet gracious father, extend to me thy mercy, And throw not away, the work which thou hast create, To thine own Image, But avert from me thy hate. But art thou sorry, from bottom of thy heart? Thy displeasure is, to me most heavy smart. Than will I tell thee, what thou shalt stick unto, Life to recover, and my good favour also. Tell it me sweet lord, that I may thereafter go. This is my covenant, to the and all thy offspring. For that thou hast been, deceived by the serpent, I will put hatred, betwixt him for his doing, And the woman kind. They shall hereafter dissent. His seed with her seed, shall never have agreement▪ Her seed shall press down, his head unto the ground, Slay his suggestions, and his whole power confound, Cleave to this promise, with all thy inward power, firmly enclose it, in thy remembrance fast. Fold it in thy faith, with full hope day and hour, And thy salvation, it will be at the last. That seed shall clear thee, of all thy wickedness past, And procure thy peace, with most high grace in my sigh, See thou trust to it, and hold not the matter light.
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Mercyfull father, thy pytiefull grace extende, To me carefull wretche, whych haue me sore abused. Thy precept breakynge. O lorde, I mynde to amende, If thy great goodnesse, wolde now haue me excused, Most heauenlye maker, lete me not be refused, Nor tast from thy syght, for one pore synnefull cr Alas I am frayle, my whole kynde ys but slyme▪ I wott it is so, yet art thu no lesse faultye, Thā thu haddyst bene made, of matter moch more worthye, I gaue the reason, and wytte to vnderstande, The good from the euyll. And not to take on hande, Of a braynelesse mynde, the thynge whych I forbad the. Soch heauye fortune, hath chefelye chaunced me, For that I was left, to myne owne lyberte. Then thu art blamelesse, and the faulte thu layest to me? Naye, all I ascribe, to my owne imbecyllyte. No faulte in the lorde, but in my infirmyte, And want of respect, in soche gyftes as thu gauest me. For that I put the, at thyne owne lyberte, Thu oughtest my goodnesse, to haue in more regarde. Auoyde it I can not, thu layest it to me so harde. Lorde now I perceyue, what power is in man, And strength of hymselfe, whan thy swete grace is absent. He must nedes but fall, do he the best he can, And daunger hymselfe, as apreth euydent. For I synned not, so longe as thu wert present. But whan thu wert gone, I fell to synne by and by, And the dyspleased. Good lorde I axe the mercy. Thu shalt dye for it, with all thy posteryte. faulte good lorde, auenge not thy self on me. but a worme, or a fleshelye vanyte. I saye thu shalt dye, with thy whole posteryte. Yet mercy swete lorde, yf anye mercy maye be. I am immutable, I maye change no decre. Thu shalt dye (I saye) without anye remedye. Yet gracyouse father, extende to me thy mercye, And throwe not awaye, the worke whych thu hast create, To thyne owne Image, But auert from me thy hate. But art thu sorye, from bottom of thy hart? Thy dyspleasure is, to me most heauye smart. Than wyll I tell the, what thu shalt stycke vnto, Lyfe to recouer, and my good fauer also. Tell it me swete lorde, that I maye therafter go. Thys ys my couenaunt, to the and all thy ofsprynge. For that thu hast bene, deceyued by the serpent, I wyll put hatred, betwixt hym for hys doynge, And the woman kynde. They shall herafter dyssent. Hys sede with her sede, shall neuer haue agrement▪ Her sede shall presse downe, hys heade vnto the grounde, Slee hys suggestyons, and hys whole power confounde, Cleaue to thys promyse, with all thy inwarde powre, Fyrmelye enclose it, in thy remembraunce fast. Folde it in thy faythe, with full hope daye and houre, And thy saluacyon, it wyll be at the last. That sede shall clere the, of all thy wyckednesse past, And procure thy peace, with most hygh grace in my syghe, Se thu trust to it, and holde not the matter lyght.