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The pomander of prayer, newly madeThe pomaunder of prayer, newly made
The pomander of prayer, newly made by Thomas BeconThe pomaunder of prayer, newly made by Thomas Becon
Imprinted at London : Over Aldersgate beneath .S. Martins, by John Day, 1561Imprinted at London : Ouer Aldersgate benethe .S. Martins, by Iohn Day, 1561
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
I beseech thee by the bowels of thy mercy, wherewith thou being the day spring from an high hast visited us, open the hand of thy pity to a wretch that knocketh, & vouchsafe mercifully to bid him enter in to thee, and that he may rest with thee, & be refreshed of thee, which art the living and heavenly bread, wherewith when he is once fed, and that his strength is come to him again: he may ascend unto more high things. And being lifted up out of this vale of misery & tears, with the wings ⟨p. 111⟩of his godly desire, he may fly unto the heavenly kingdom.
I beseche thee by the bowels of thy mercy, wherwith thou being the day spring from an high hast visited vs, open the hande of thy pitie to a wretche that knocketh, & vouchsafe mercifully to bid him entre in to the, and that he may rest with thee, & be refreshed of thee, whiche art the liuing and heanenly breade, wherwith when he is once fed, and that his strength is cummed to him again: he may ascend vnto more high thinges. And being lifted vp out of this vale of misery & teares, with the wings ⟨p. 111⟩of his godly desire, he may flye vnto the heauenly kingdome.
Let my spirit (O Lord I beseech thee) take wings as an Eagle, & fly without fainting, let it fly and come to beautifulness of thy house and to the place where thy glory dwelleth, where as upon the meat tables of thy supernal citizens, it may be fed of thy secrets, in the place of thy pasture, by the most plentiful rivers sides. Let my hart rest in thee my God, my hart I say, which is as though it were a great sea swelling with waves. Thou which didst rebuke the winds and the sea, and there was made straight way a great ⟨image 114⟩calme: cum and walk upon the floods of mine hart, that all things which belong unto me may be made calm & clear, that I may embrace thee which art mine only God, and that I may behold thee which art the sweet light of mine eyes, without any blind darkness of troublesome cogitations & thoughts. Let my mind fly (O Lord) under the shadow of thy wings from heat that it being covered with the temperateness of thy pleasant coolness, may sing joyfully and say. I will lay me down and rest in peace.