Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
A Heauenly Prayer in Contempt of the World and the Vanities ThereofLXXXV. Anonymous
O
Whose power in heauen and in the earth we know;
Thou God, from whom the giftes of grace doe spring,
Attend my suites, who am opprest with woe:
O pitty, God, sweet God, some pitty take,
And clense my soule for Jesus Christ his sake.
The daies ill-spent, that come into my minde,
Incense my soule with horrour very sore,
And threaten death vnless I fauour finde:
O pitty, God, sweet God, some pitty take,
And clense my soule for Jesus Christ his sake.
My youth, ill-spent, and worne by women’s guile,
My hidden sinnes, my wofull soule’s surprise,
My want of grace once had; and in the while
Cry mercy, Lord, that thou wouldst pitty take,
And clense my soule for Jesus Christ his sake.
With heauenly ioyes, and bringst him down to hell,
I loath this life: doe thou whatso thou can,
My longing is with God my Lord to dwell,
Who will repent, surely some pitty take,
To clense my soule for Jesus Christ his sake.