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The sick mans salve Wherein the faithful christians may learn both how to behave…The sycke mans salue VVherin the faithfull christians may learne both how to behaue…
The sick mans salve Wherein the faithful christians may learn both how to behave them selves patiently and thankfully, in the time of sickness, and also virtuously to dispose their temporal goods, and finally to prepare them selves gladly and godly to die. Made and newly recognised by Master Tho. Becon. 1561.The sycke mans salue VVherin the faithfull christians may learne both how to behaue them selues paciently and thankefully, in the tyme of sickenes, and also vertuously to dispose their temporall goodes, and finally to prepare them selues gladly and godly to die. Made and newly recognised by Maister Tho. Becon. 1561.
London: printed by John Day, 1561London: printed by Iohn Day, 1561
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Epa. Lord be thou merciful unto me.1 Hide not thy self in a cloud, but show me thy loving and gentle countenance, that I may be ⟨p. 378⟩saved. Send me present help from above,2 or else I perish. For I wrestle not against blood and flesh, but against rule, against power, against worldly rulers, even governors of the darkness of this world,3 against spiritual craftiness in heavenly things. This grievous conflict, O Lord, is with such an enemy, as feared not to assail thee, whom thou thy self callest the Prince of this world,4 and the holy Apostle termeth him, the God of this world. Arise therefore O Lord,5 and take my part. Be thou, O God, my defender, my house of defence and my Castle. Deliver me out of the snare, which mine enemy hath laid for me, that I being set at liberty, may sing praises to thy blessed name, and magnify thee my Lord God for ever and ever.
Epa. Lorde be thou mercifull vnto me.1 Hide not thy selfe in a cloude, but shew me thy louing and gentle countenaunce, that I may be ⟨p. 378⟩saued. Send me present helpe frō aboue,2 or els I perysh. For I wrastle not against bloud and fleshe, but against rule, against power, against worldly rulers, euen gouernours of the darcknes of this worlde,3 against spirituall craftines in heauenly thynges. This greuous conflict, O Lord, is with such an ennemy, as feared not to assail thee, whom thou thy self callest the Prince of this world,