V. Barnaby Barnes

To the glorious honour of the most blessed and indivisible Trinitie.

SACRED, deare Father of all things created!

Whose joyfull throne of endlesse triumph stands

In glorious Heaven; whose name Earth animated

Proclaymeth through the compasse of all landes;

I lift these humble handes,

Upheavde with courage of a zealous harte,

Confirmde with fortitude of constant fayth,

Assur’d in grace of some sweete mercies parte;

Which treasures my deare hope in high heaven layth,

Which comforte my soule hath.

And Thou, deare only Sonne of God alone!

Thou precious immolacion of mankinde!

Who sits on right hande of thy Father’s throne,

Who fearful Sathan did in fetters binde;

Whom Death alone did finde

To be the peerlesse champion of his foyle;

Thou, that redeemedst from infernall payne

Our great grandfathers, and ourselves assoyle

Of our foul sinnes; nor humbled, didst disdayne

For mankinde to be slayne.

And lastly Thou, sweete comfortable Spirite

Of meekenesse, holinesse, and spotlesse love!

By whose dear incense (not our vayne demerite)

We purchase heritage in heaven above:

Thou, that in form of Dove

Thy sanctified Apostles didst salute;

Spirite of Truth, which doth our comforte bring;

Without whose heavenly motions men are mute;

By whose power in the virgine’s womb did spring

Our Comforter and King!

And Thou, deare sacred Father! of like power,

With thy most deare Sonne, sacrifice for sinne;

And Thou, sweete Holy Ghost, who didst downe shower

Cloven tongues of fire, true glorie for to winne;

All which three Powers cloase in

One sacred and indivisible God!

Vouchsafe, Oh! you perpetuall Highest Powers,

Of equal vertues, yet in number odde,

These simple fruites of my repentant howers;

And with your grace’s showers

The temper of my feeble wittes renewe,

To prosper, cherish’d with celestiall dewe.