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Certain prayers and godly meditations very needful for every ChristenCerteine prayers and godly meditacyons very nedefull for euery Christen
Emprented at Malborow i.e. Antwerp : The year of our Lorde et M.CCCCC.XXXviii. per me Joannem Philoponon i.e. H. Peetersen van Mideelburch?, 1538Emprented at Malborow i.e. Antwerp : The yeare of our Lorde et M.CCCCC.XXXviii. per me Joannem Philoponon i.e. H. Peetersen van Mideelburch?, 1538
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A pure heart create in me oh god and an upright spirit make a new within me
A pure harte create in me oh god and an vpright sprete make a newe within mee
For my heart hath forsaken me / and goeth astray utterly forgetting his own health it is wandered in to strange countries & ensueth vanities & his eyes / are in the utmost costs of the world I called it again but it answered me not. It is gone / lost & sold under sin. What nv lord? what shall I say. A pure heart create in me god / an hum ble heart / a courteous heart / a peaceable heart / a gentle heart / a devout heart / such an heart as will nether do another man hurt / nether yet avenge him self when he is offended but rather do god against evil. And such an heart as will love the above all thing which will think of the / speak of thee and thank the which will delight in hymns & ⟨image 118⟩spiritual songs and be hole conversant in heavenly things. Create this heart in me (Oh God) treat it of nothing / that it may be of such effi•acite through grace as nature is never able to make it. This grace cometh only from the in to the soul through thy creation it is the beauty of a pure heart / it draweth unto him all virtue and expelleth all vice / therefore create in me Oh god a pure heart through thy grace / & make a new an upright spirit in mi bowels.
For my harte hath forsaken me / and goeth astraye vtterlye forgettinge his awne helth it is wādred in to straunge countres & ensueth vanities & his yies / are in the vtmost coostes of the world I called it againe but it answered me not. It is gone / loste & solde vnder synne. What nv lorde? what shall I saye. A pure harte create ī me god / an hū ble harte / a curteous harte / a peaceable harte / a gentle harte / a deuoute harte / soch an harte as wil nether do a nother man hurte / nether yet auēge him selfe whē he is offended but rather do god agēst euill. And soch an harte as will loue the aboue all thinge which will thinke of the / speake of the and thanke the which will delyte in hymnes &