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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.
Blessed are they that dwell in thy house (O Lord) they shall praise thee ever world without end. Blessed are they, yea blessed in deed, whom thou hast chosen, and taken into that heavenly in heritaunce. Behold (O Lord thy ⟨p. 113⟩saints flourish before thee like unto lilies, for they are replenished with the plenteousness of thy house, and thou dost give them to drink of the flowing river of thy pleasure, because thou art the well of life, and in thy light and brightness they do see light, so greatly that they them selves, which are a light, which was made bright by thee, o god which dost give them light, do shine like unto the sun in thy sight. O how marvellous how fair & beautiful, how acceptable are thy mansions & dwelling places of thy house, O Lord of powers. My sinful soul doth covet to en ⟨image 116⟩tree into them. O Lord I have loved the comeliness of thy house and the place where thy glory dwelleth I asked one petition of the Lord, and the same will I require: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life. Like as the hart coveteth to goo unto the water brooks even so doth my soul desire to come unto thee. O God. When shall I come and appear before the face of my Lord? When shall I see God after whom my soul longeth very sore? when shall I see him in the land of the living? For in this land of the dead, he can not be seen we mortal eyes: what shall I do wretch that I am, which ⟨p. 114⟩am fettered with the heavy gives of mortality? What shall I do? whiles we continue in this body, we go astray from the Lord, we have here no abiding place for ever but we labour for one that is to come. Our free city is in heaven. Woe is me, me think I dwell amongst the barbarous nations & infidels, & not amongst the faithful Israelites, I led my life in the tents of Cedar. My soul hath dwelt too long with them that hate peace and quietness. Who will give me wings as a dove that I may fly & rest me. There is nothing that I desire or delight so much in, as to be in my Lords company, ⟨image 117⟩it is good for me to cleave unto God. Oh grant me, (O lord) whiles I am in this frail members, to stick unto thee, as it is written, he that cleaveth unto the Lord is all one spirit with him. Give me therefore I beseech thee, the wings of contemplation, wherewith when I am apparelled, I may fly upward, and forasmuch as every unlucky & infortunate thing lieth beneath: