Christian meditations upon eight Psalms of the prophet David. Made and newly set forthChristian meditations vpon eight Psalmes of the prophet Dauid. Made and newly set forth

¹7 Oh thou sun, whose light I have heretofore so much offended, (and how could I fear to offend thee, being so desperately bold as to despise thy maker and mine, looking into the depth of hearts, and to assay to put out his light in me?) O thou Sun, I say, whose ⟨image 21⟩brightness I am unworthy to behold: mine eyes being justly punished, can no more see thee, being soaked out and drawn dry by the tears that they have shed: they be, I say, quite worn with irksomeness and heaviness, whereof they been witnesses that vex me. But what, shall I perish then? Is there no more hope? Am I quite without recovery? No, no, my God: For whence comes this bewailing of my sins? This hatred of my self? This confidence to call upon thee? this desire to amend? From whence springs it, that I speak yet, and can call thee my God? Certainly it is thy grace: For whence comes any good, but fro thee? O mighty God, how be thy ways incomprehensible! May it be thine ire which should quiet me, or mine heaviness ⟨image 22⟩that might cheer me? Or can my death be the occasion of my life? No, no, my God, this benefit proceeds no whit of any work of mine, but Lord, in working again him that as much as in him lay, hath undone himself, thou showest thy self to be the same that madest all things of nothing, and canst pull light out of darkness. Grace then cometh from thee unto me, to drive my self out of my self, that so again I may find my self and all my weal in thee.

¹7 Oh thou sunne, whose light I haue heretofore so much offended, (and howe could I feare to offend thee, being so desperatly bolde as to despise thy maker and mine, looking into the depth of heartes, and to assay to put out his light in me?) O thou Sunne, I say, whose ⟨image 21⟩brightnes I am vnworthie to beholde: mine eyes being iustly punished, can no more see thee, being soaked out and drawen drye by the teares that they haue shead: they be, I saye, quite worne with yrkesomnes and heauines, whereof they bene witnesses that vexe mee. But what, shall I perish then? Is there no more hope? Am I quite without recouery? No, no, my God: For whence comes this bewayling of my sinnes? This hatred of my self? This confidence to call vpon thee? this desire to amend? From whēce springs it, that I speake yet, and can call thee my God? Certainely it is thy grace: For whence comes any good, but fro thee? O mightie God, howe be thy wayes incomprehensible! May it be thine yre which should quiet me, or mine heauinesse