Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Sweet lord the promise, that thyself here hath made me, Of thy mere goodness, and not of my deserving, In my faith I trust, shall so established be, By help of thy grace, that it shall be remaining, So long as I shall, have here continuing, And show it I will, to my posterity, That they in like case, have thereby felicity, For a closing up, take yet one sentence with the. At thy pleasure lord, all things might ever be, For that my promise, may have the deeper effect, In the faith of thee, and all thy generation. Take this sign with it, as a seal thereto connect, Creep shall the Serpent, for his abomination. The woman shall sorrow, in painful propagation. Like as thou shalt find, this true in outward working. So think the other, though it be an hidden thing. Incessant praising, to the most heavenly lord, For this thy succour, and undeserved kindness. Thu bindest me in heart, thy gracious gifts to record, And to bear in mind, now after my heaviness, The brute of thy name, with inward joy and gladness, Thu disdainest not, as weal appeareth this day, To fetch to thy fold, thy first sheep going a stray. Most mighty maker, thou castest not yet away, Thy sinful servant, which hath done most offence. It is not thy mind, for ever I should decay, But thou reservest me, of thy benevolence, And hast provided, for me a recompense, By thy appointment, like as I have received, In thy strong promise, here openly pronounced, This goodness dear lord, of me is undeserved, I so declining, from thy first institution, At so light motions. To one that thus hath swerved, What a lord art thou, to give such retribution? I damnable wretch, deserved execution, Of terrible death, without all remedy, And to be put out, of all good memory. I am enforced, to rejoice here inwardly, An imp though I be, of hell, death, and damnation, Through my own working. For I consider thy mercy. And pitiful mind, for my whole generation. It is thou sweet lord, that workest my salvation, And my recover. Therefore of a congruence, From hens thou must have, my heart and obedience. Thought I be mortal, by reason of my offence, And shall die the death, like as God hath appointed. Of this am I sure, through his high influence, At a certain day, again to be revived. From ground of my heart, this shall not be removed. I have it in faith, and therefore I will sing, This Anthem to him, that my salvation shall bring. Oeternal sapience, that procedest from the mouth of highest, reaching fourth with a great power from the beg 〈…〉 ning to the end, with heavenly sweetness disposing and creatures, come now and instruct us the true way of thy godly prudence.
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Swete lorde the promyse, that thy self here hath made me, Of thy mere goodnesse, and not of my deseruynge, In my faythe I trust, shall so establyshed be, By helpe of thy grace, that it shall be remaynynge, So longe as I shall, haue here contynuynge, And shewe it I wyll, to my posteryte, That they in lyke case, haue therby felycyte, For a closynge vp, take yet one sentence with the. At thy pleasure lorde, all thynges myght euer be, For that my promyse, maye haue the deper effect, In the faythe of the, and all thy generacyon. Take thys sygne with it, as a seale therto connect, Crepe shall the Serpent, for hys abhomynacyon. The woman shall sorowe, in paynefull propagacyon. Like as thu shalt fynde, thys true in outwarde workynge. So thynke the other, though it be an hydden thynge. Incessaunt praysynge, to the most heauenlye lorde, For thys thy socoure, and vnderserued kyndenesse. Thu byndest me in hart, thy gracyouse gyftes to recorde, And to beare in mynde, now after my heauynesse, The brute of thy name, with inwarde ioye and gladnesse, Thu dysdaynest not, as wele apereth thys daye, To fatche to thy folde, thy first shepe goynge a straye. Most myghtye maker, thu castest not yet awaye, Thy synnefull feruaunt, whych hath done most offence. It is not thy mynde, for euer I shuld decaye, But thu reseruest me, of thy benyuolence, And hast prouyded, for me a recompence, By thy appoyntment, like as I haue receyued, In thy stronge promyse, here openlye pronounced, Thys goodnesse dere lorde, of me is vndeserued, I so declynynge, from thy first instytucyon, At so lyght mocyons. To one that thus hath swerued, What a lorde art thu, to geue soche retrybucyon? I damnable wretche, deserued execucyon, Of terryble deathe, without all remedye, And to be put out, of all good memorye. I am enforced, to reioyce here inwardelye, An ympe though I be, of helle, deathe, and dampnacyon, Through my owne workynge. For I consydre thy mercye. And pytiefull mynde, for my whole generacyon. It is thu swete lorde, that workest my saluacyon, And my recouer. Therfor of a congruence, From hens thu must haue, my hart and obedyence. Thought I be mortall, by reason of my offence, And shall dye the deathe, like as God hath appoynted. Of thys am I sure, through hys hygh influence, At a serten daye, agayne to be reuyued. From grounde of my hart, thys shall not be remoued. I haue it in faythe, and therfor I wyll synge, Thys Antheme to hym, that my saluacyon shall brynge. Oeternal Sapyence, that procedest from the mouthe of hyghest, reachynge fourth with a great power frō the beg nynge to the ende, with heauenlye swetnesse dysposynge a creatures, come now and enstruct vs the true waye of thy godlye prudence.