The Life and Repentance of Mary Magdalene · chunk 32 of 38
Wager, Lewis · published 1566 · first performed or written 1558 [c.1550-1566] (Annals) moral T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.84 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
You know that there is xi hours in the day And night cometh not till the .xii. hours be expired It is not in man's power my life to take away, Till the hour cometh of my father required. Under the foot quoth he if I keep counsel, I would I were hanged up by the very neck. Fie on him whoreson traitor and very rebel, Hear you not how god himself he beginneth to check? Though master Simon doth but few words say Yet I warrant you he beareth this gear in mind, Doubt thou not but he will find such way, That he shall be rid and as many as be of his kind. Go to I pray you, alack you eat no meat: You see that at this time we have but plain fare. When we have sufficient before us to eat, Let us thank God, and put away all care. The more that I accustom myself with repentance, The more I see mine own sin and iniquity, The more knowledge thereof, the more grievance, To a soul that is converted from her impiety. To all the world an example I may be, In whom the mercy of Christ is declared, O Lord, what goodness didst thou in me see? That thus mercifully thou hast me spared. What goodness? nay rather what a rabble of evils, Full of wickedness, like one past all grace, Replenished with a multitude of devils, Which as in hell in my soul had their place. These were the merits and deeds that I had, Only thy unspeakable mercy did me prevent: And though that my life hath been so bad, Yet thou wilt no more but that I should repent. O who shall give me a fountain of tears, That I may shed abundantly for my sin? This voice of the Lord always soundeth in mine ears Repent, repent, and thou shalt be sure heaven to win He saith also, do the fruits of Repentance. O Lord, who is able those worthy fruits to do? I am not able to do sufficient penance, Except thy grace good Lord, do help me thereto. But like as the parts of my body in times past, I have made servants to all kind of iniquity, The same iniquity away for ever I do cast, And will make my body servant to the verity. This hair of my head which I have abused, I repute vile and unworthy to wipe my lords feet, No obsequy therewith of me shallbe refused, To do my Lord Iesus service, as it is most meet. These fleshly eyes which with their wanton looks, Many persons to sin and vice have procured. They have been the devils volumes and books, Which from the service of God have other alured. Now you sinful eyes shed out tears and water, Wash the Lords feet with them whom you have offended
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You know that there is .xi. houres in the day And night commeth not till the .xii. houres be expired It is not in mans power my life to take away, Till the houre commeth of my father required. Under the foote quod hee if I kepe counsell, I would I were hanged vp by the very necke. Fye on hym horeson traitour and very rebell, Hear you not how god him self he beginneth to check? Though maister Symon doth but few wordes say Yet I warrant you he beareth this geare in mynde, Doubt thou not but he will fynde suche way, That he shal be ryd and as many as be of his kynde. Go to I pray you, alacke you eate no meate: You see that at this tyme we haue but plaine fare. When we haue sufficient before vs to eate, Let vs thanke God, and put away all care. The more that I accustom my self with repentance, The more I see myne owne synne and iniquitie, The more knowledge therof, the more greuance, To a soule that is conuerted from hir impietie. To all the worlde an example I may be, In whom the mercy of Christ is declared, O Lord, what goodnesse dydst thou in me see? That thus mercifully thou hast me spared. What goodnesse? nay rather what a rable of euils, Full of wickednesse, like one past all grace, Replenished with a multitude of deuils, Which as in hell in my soule had their place. These were the merites and dedes that I had, Onely thy vnspeakable mercy did me preuent: And though that my life hath bene so bad, Yet thou wilt no more but that I should repent. O who shall geue me a fountayne of teares, That I may shed abundantly for my synne? This voice of the Lord alwais soūdeth in myn eares Repent, repent, and thou shalt be sure heauen to wyn He saith also, do the fruictes of Repentance. O Lord, who is able those worthy fruictes to do? I am not able to doe sufficient penance, Except thy grace good Lord, do helpe me therto. But like as the parts of my body in tymes past, I haue made seruants to all kynd of iniquitie, The same iniquitie away for euer I do cast, And will make my body seruant to the veritie. This haire of my head which I haue abused, I repute vile and vnworthie to wipe my lordes fete, No obsequie therwith of me shalbe refused, To do my Lord Iesus seruice, as it is most mete. These fleshly eies which with their wanton lookes, Many persons to synne and vice haue procured. They haue ben the diuels volumes and bookes, Which from the seruice of God haue other allured. Nowe you synfull eyes shed out teares and water, Wash the Lords fete with thē whō you haue offended