Thou art that most merciful Samaritan,1 which beholding the miserable state of the wounded man with thy pitiful eye, cammest unto him, madest clean his wounds pouredst in wine & oil, boundedst them up, laidst the sick Samaritan upon thy beast, & carriedst him into the inn ⟨p. xcxii⟩and never leaftest him till he was perfectly whole. O most loving saviour, vouchsafe also with thy merciful eye to look upon our wretched state, which without thy help must needs perish. Our wounds are deadly wounds, & not able to be healed of any, either in heaven or in earth, but of the alone, which art the true Physician and alone healest them that are contrite in heart.2 Our hole head is sick, and the heart is very heavy. From the sole of the foot unto the head, there is no hole part in all our body, but all are wounds, botches, sores and stripes, which can neither be helped, bound up, mollified, nor eased with any ointmē except thou puttest to thy helping hand. Let it therefore please the of thy great goodness to make clean our wounds, to pour in the wine and oil of spiritual gladness, to ⟨image 116⟩bind them up, and never to leave us, till thou hast made us perfectly whole, and brought us into thy heavenly kingdom. Heal thou us, o Lord, and we shall be healed,3 save thou us, and we shall be saved.4 Thou art that most tender father, which receivedst home again with embracing arms that lost son, which had wasted all his goods with riotous living. So soon as he returned unto thee, repented him of his disorder, confessed his sin and humbled himself in thy sight, thou haddest compassion on him, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. Thou commandedst thy servants also to bring forth that best garment and put it on thy son, and to put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet. Thou gavest commandment again to fetch a fat calf and ⟨p. xcxiii⟩to kill it, and saidst: let us eat and be merry, for this mi son was dead, and is a live again, he was lost, and now is found. Show this thy favour (O most gentle father) to us thy children also which have ungodly bestowed the godly and virtuous gifts, which thou both friendly, and liberally gavest unto us. This our prodigal and licentious living sore grieveth us and we be heartily sorry that we hau• so grievously offended thy fatherly goodness.
Thou arte that mooste mercyful Samaritan,1 which beholdīg the miserable state of ye woūded mā with thy pitifull eie, cāmest vnto him, madest clene his woūds pouredst in wine & oil, boūdedst them vp, laydst the sick Samaritā vpō thi beast, & caridst him into ye inne ⟨p. xcxii⟩and neuer leaftest him til he was perfectly whole. O most louynge sauyour, vouchsafe also with thy merciful eie to loke vpō our wretched state, whiche wythoute thy helpe muste nedes peryshe. Oure woundes are deadly woundes, & not able to be healed of anye, eyther in heauen or in earth, but of the alone, which art the true Phisicion and alone healest thē that are contryte in herte.2 Oure hole head is syck, and the heart is veri heauy. Frō the sole of ye foote vnto the head, ther is no hole part in al our bodi, but al are woūds, botches, sores and stripes, which can neither be helped, bounde vp, molified, nor eased with any ointmē except thou puttest to thy helpyng hand. Let it therfore please the of thy great goodnes to make clene our wounds, to poure in the wine and oyl of spirituall gladnesse, to ⟨image 116⟩binde them vp, and neuer to leue vs, til thou hast made vs perfectlye whole, and broughte vs into thy heauenly kyngedome. Heale thou vs, o Lorde, and we shall be healed,3 saue thou vs, and we shal be saued.4 Thou arte that mooste tender father, whyche receiuedst home agayne wyth embracynge armes that lost sonne, which had wasted all hys goodes wyth ryotous liuyng. So soone as he returned vnto the, repented him of hys dysorder, confessed hys sinne and hūbled himselfe in thi sight, thou haddest compassion on him, and ranne, and fel on hys necke, and kyssed hym. Thou commaundedst thy seruaunts also to bryng forth that beste garment and put it on thy sonne, and to put a ryng on hys hande, and shooes on hys feete. Thou gauest cōmaūdemēt agayne to fetche a fatte calfe and ⟨p. xcxiii⟩to kyll it, and sayedst: let vs eate and be meri, for this mi sōne was dead, and is a liue againe, he was lost, and now is founde. Shewe thys thy fauour (O most gētle father) to vs thy chyldrē also which haue vngodly bestowed the godly and vertuous gifts, which thou both frendly, and liberally gauest vnto vs. Thys our prodigall and licencious lyuīg sore greueth vs and we be hertely sory yt we hau so greuously offended thy fatherly goodnes.
- 1Luke. x.
- 2Mathe. Isaiah. Luke. • Isaiah. i.Mathe. Esaye. Luke. • Esaye. i.
- 3[…]. xvii.〈…〉. xvii.
- 4[…]. •v.〈…〉. •v.
