Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Well, than it helpeth not, to tarry here any longer, Advantage to have, I see I must go farther. So long as thou livest, I am like to have no profit, If all come to pass, I maye sit as much in your light, If ye preach God's word, as me think ye do intend, Ere four years be passed▪ I shall you to your father send, If pharysees and scribes, can do any thing thereto, False priests and bishops, with my other servants more. Though I have hindrance, it will be but for a season, I dow not, thine own, hereafter will work some treason Thy vicar at Rome, I think will be my friend, I defy the therefore, and take thy words but as wind. He shall me worship, and have the world to reward, That thou here forsakest, he will most highly regard. God's word will he tread, underneath his foot for ever, And the hearts of men, from the truth thereof dyssener, Thy faith will he hate, and slay thy flock in conclusion. All this will I work, to do the utter confusion. Thy cruel assaults, shall hurt neither me nor mine, Though we suffer both, by the providence divine. Soch strength is ours, that we will have victory, Of sin death and hell, and of the in thy most fury. For God hath promised, that his shall tread the dragon, Underneath their feet, with the fierce roaring lion. The father of comfort, and heavenly consolation, Hath sent us hither, to do our administration. We come not to help, but to do our obsequy, As servants becometh, to their lord and master meekly. If our office be, to wait on creatures mortal, Why should we not serve, the master and lord of all? It is our comfort, it is our whole felicity, To do our service, and in your presence to be. We have brought ye food, to comfort your weak body, After your great fast, and notable victory. Unto all the world, your birth we first declared, And now these victuals, we have for you prepared. Come nyghar to me. Sweet father thanks to thee, For these gracious gifts, of thy liberality. How meek art thou lord, to take that nature on thee? Which is so tender, and full of infirmity. As Mannys nature is, both feeble faint and weary, Weak after labour, and after fasting hungry. Forsooth heaven and earth, yea, hell may be astonied, The godhead to see, to so frail nature joined, In his own he is, for he the world first create, Yet seemeth the world, to have him in great hate. About thirty years, hath he been here among them, Some time in Iewrye, and some time in Jerusalem. But few to this day, have done him reverence, Or as to their lord, showed their obedience. My coming hither, is for to seek no glory, But the high pleasure, and will of my father heavenly. He will require it, at a certain day, no dought, And shall revenge it, look they not weal about.
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Well, than it helpeth not, to tarry here any longar, Aduauntage to haue, I ſe I muſt go farther. So longe as thu lyueſt, I am lyke to haue no profyght, If all come to paſſe, I ma ye ſyt as moch in your lyght, If ye preach Gods worde, as me thynke ye do intende, Ere foure years be paſt▪ I ſhall yow to your father ſende, If pharyſees and ſcrybes, can do any thynge therto, Falſe preſtes and byſhoppes, with my other ſeruauntes mo. Though I haue hynderaunce, it wyll be but for a ſeaſon, I dought not, thyne owne, herafter wyll worke ſome treaſon Thy vycar at Rome, I thynke wyll be my frynde, I defye the therfor, and take thy wordes but as wynde. He ſhall me worſhypp, and haue the worlde to rewarde, That thu here forſakeſt, he wyll moſt hyghlye regarde. Gods worde wyll he treade, vnderneth hys fote for euer, And the hartes of men, from the truth therof dyſſener, Thy fayth wyll he hate, and ſlee thy flocke in concluſyon. All thys wyll I worke, to do the vtter confuſyon. Thy cruell aſſaultes, ſhall hurt neyther me nor myne, Though we ſuffer both, by the prouydence dyuyne. Soch ſtrength is ours, that we wyll haue vyctorye, Of ſynne death and helle, and of the in thy moſt furye. For God hath promyſed, that hys ſhall treade the dragon, Vnderneth their fete, with the fearce roarynge lyon. The father of confort, and heauenly conſolacyon, Hath ſent vs hyther, to do our admynyſtracyon. We come not to helpe, but to do our obſequye, As ſeruauntes becometh, to their lorde and maſtre mekelye. If our offyce be, to wayte on creatures mortall, Why ſhuld we not ſerue, the maſtre and lorde of all? It is our confort, it is our whole felycyte, To do our ſeruyce, and in your preſence to be. We haue brought ye fode, to confort your weake bodye, After your great faſt, and notable vyctorye. Vnto all the worlde, your byrth we firſt declared, And now theſe vytayles, we haue for yow prepared. Come nyghar to me. Swete father thankes to the, For theſe gracyouſe gyftes, of thy lyberalyte. How meke art thu lorde, to take that nature on the? Whych is ſo tendre, and full of infyrmyte. As Mannys nature is, both feble faynt and werye, Weake after laboure, and after faſtynge hungrye. Forſoth heauen and earth, yea, helle maye be aſtoyned, The Godhede to ſe, to ſo frayle nature ioyned, In hys owne he is, for he the worlde firſt create, Yet ſemeth the worlde, to haue hym in great hate. Aboute thirty yeares, hath he bene here amonge them, Some tyme in Iewrye, and ſome tyme in Hieruſalem. But fewe to thys daye, haue done hym reuerence, Or as to their lorde, ſhewed their obedyence. My commynge hyther, is for to ſeke no glorye, But the hygh pleaſure, and wyll of my father heauenlye. He wyll requyre it, at a certayne daye, no dought, And ſhall reuenge it, loke they not wele abought.