The second [seventh] sermon of Master Hugh Latimer which he preached before the Kings…The seconde [seventh] sermon of Maister Hughe Latimer which he preached before the Kynges…

But our Saviour Christ did not only command his disciples to pray, but fell ⟨image 200⟩down upon his knees flat upon the ground & prayed him selfe,¹ sayinge: Pater si fieri potest transeat a me calix iste Father, deliver me of this pang and pain that I am in, this outrageous pain▪ This word, father, came even from the bowels of his heart, when he made his moan, as who should say, father rid me, I am in such pain that I can be in no greater? Thou art my father, I am thy Son Can the father, forsake his son in such anguish? Thus he made his moan. Father take a way this horror of death from me, rid me of this pain, suffer me not to be taken when Judas comes, suffer me not to be hanged on the cross, suffer not my hands to be pierced with nails ⟨image 200⟩nor my heart with the sharp spear. A wonderful thing, that he should so oft tell his disciples of it before, and now when he cometh to the point, to desire to be rid of it, as though he would have been disobedient to the will of his father. Afore he said, he came to suffer, and now he says, a way with this cup. Who would have thought that ever this gear should have come out of Christs mouth? What a case is this? What should a man say? You must understand, that Christ took upon him our infirmities,² of the which this was one, to be sorry at death. Among the stipends of sin, this was one, to tremble at the cross, this is a punishment ⟨image 201⟩for our sin.

But oure Sauiour Chryste dyd not onely commaunde hys dyscyples to praye, but fell ⟨image 200⟩downe vpon hys knees flat vppon the grounde & prayed hym selfe,¹ sayinge: Pater si fieri potest transeat a me calix iste Father, delyuer me of this pange and paine that I am in, thys outragyous payne This word, father, came euen from the bowels of hys harte, when he made hys mone, as who shoulde saye, father ryd me, I am in suche payne that I can be in no greater? Thou art my father, I am thy sonne Can the father, forsake hys sōne in suche anguishe? Thus he made hys mone. Father take a waye this horrour of death frō me, ryd me of thys payne, suffer me not to be takē whan Iudas comes, suffer me not to be hanged on the crosse, suffer not my hādes to be perced wyth nayles