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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Psalme LI
XII. William Hunnis
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Miserere mei. The first Part. O THOU, that madst the world of nought, | Whom God thy creatures call; | Which formedst man like to thyself, | Yet suffredst him to fall: 2 | Thou God, which by thy heauenlie word | Didst fleshe of virgin take, | And so becamst both God and man, | For sinful fleshe’s sake: 3 | O thou, that sawest when man by sinne | To hell was ouerthrowne, | Didst meeklie suffer death on crosse, | To haue thy mercies knowne: 4 | Thou God, which didst the patriarks | And fathers old diuine | From time to time preserue and keepe | By mercies great of thine: 5 | O thou, that Noah kepts from floud, | And Abram daie by daie, | As he along through Ægypt past, | Didst guide him in the waie: 6 | Thou God, that Lot from Sodom’s plague | Didst safelie keepe also, | And Daniel from the lions’ iawes, | Thy mercie great to shew: 7 | O thou good God, that didst diuide | The sea like hils to stand, | That children thine might thorough pas | From cruell Pharoe’s hand; 8 | So that when Pharoe and his host | Thy children did pursue, | Thou ouerthrewst them in the sea, | To prooue thy saiengs true: 9 | O thou, that Ionas in the fish | Three daies didst keepe from paine, | Which was a figure of thy death | And rising vp againe: 10 | I say, thou God, which didst preserue | Amidst the fierie flame | The three young men which sang therein | The glories of thy name:— 11 | Thou, God, haue mercie on my soule, | Thy goodnesse me restore, | And for thy mercies infinite | Thinke on my sinne no more. 12 | O Lord, the number of my sinnes | Is more than can be told; | Wherefore I humblie doo desire | Thy mercies manifold. 13 | For small offense thy mercie small | May soone small faultes suffice; | But I, alas! for manie faults | For greater mercie cries. 14 | And though the number of my sins | Surpasseth salt sea land, | And that the filth of them deserue | The wrath of thy iust hand; 15 | Yet doo thy mercies farre surmount | The sinnes of all in all; | Thou wilt with mercie vs relieue, | For mercie when we call. 16 | Right well I knowe man hath not power | So much for to transgresse, | As thou with mercie maist forgiue | Through thine almightinesse. 17 | I doo confesse my faultes be more | Than thousands else beside, | More noisome, and more odious, | More fowler to be tride, 18 | Than euer was the lothsome swine— ****** 19 | Wherefore, good Lord, doo not behold | How wicked I haue bin; | But wash me from my wickednesse, | And clense me from my sin. 20 | The Israelites, being defil’d, | Durst not approach thee nie, | Till they their garments and themselues | Had washed decentlie. 21 | The priests also eke clensed were | Ere they thy face would see; | Else had they perisht in their sinne— | Such Lord was thy decree. 22 | Alas! how much more need I then | To craue while I am heere, | To wash my foule and spotted soule, | That it may cleane appeare! 23 | Polluted cloths with filth distaind | Doe manie washings craue, | Ere that the launder can obteine | The thing that he would haue. 24 | My soule likewise, alas! dooth need | The manie dewes of grace, | Ere it be cleane; for cankred sinne | So deepe hath taken place. 25 | The leprosie that Naaman had | Could not be done away, | Till he seuen times in Iordan floud | Had washt him day by day. 26 | How manie waters need I then | For to be washed in, | Ere I be purged faire and cleane, | And clensed from my sin! 27 | But, Lord, thy mercie is the sope, | And washing lee also, | That shall both scowre and clense the filth | Which in my soule doe grow. 28 | Why should I then, alas! despaire | Of goodness thine to mee, | When that thy iustice willeth me | To put my trust in thee? 29 | Thy promise, Lord, thy mouth hath past, | Which cannot be but true, | That thou wilt mercie haue on them | That turne to thee anew. 30 | I know, when heauen and earth shall passe, | This promise shall stand fast: | Wherefore vnto thy Maiestie | I offer now at last 31 | An hart contrite and sorrowfull | With all humilitie, | For heinous sinnes by it conceiu’d | Through mine iniquitie. 32 | I doo acknowledge all my faultes; | My sinnes stand me before; | I haue them in remembrance, Lord, | And will for euermore. 33 | Because thou shouldst the same forget, | I still doo thinke thereon, | And set it vp before my face, | Alwaies to look vpon.
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