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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.
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.
Let my spirit (O Lord I beseche thee) take winges as an Egle, & fly without fainting, let it flye and come to beautifulnes of thy house and to the place where thy glory dwelleth, wher as vpon ye meat tables of thy supernal citizens, it may be fed of thy secrets, in the place of thy pasture, by the most plentifull riuers sides. Let my hart rest in thee my God, my hart I say, whiche is as thoughe it were a great sea swellīg with waues. Thou which didst rebuke the winds and the sea, and there was made streight way a great ⟨image 114⟩calme: cum and walke vpon the fluddes of min hart, yt all things whiche belonge vnto me may be made calme & clere, that I may embrace thee whiche art mine onli God, and that I may behold thee whiche art the swete light of mine eyes, without any blind darknes of troublesom cogitacions & thoughtes. Let my minde flie (O Lorde) vndre the shadow of thy wings from heat that it being couered with the tamperatnes of thy pleasaunt colenes, may sing ioifully and say. I will lay me doune and rest in peace.