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A godly meditation composedA godlye medytacyon composed
A godly meditation composed by the faithful ... I.B. lately burnt in Smithfield ...A godlye medytacyon composed by the faithfull ... I.B. latlye burnte in Smytfelde ...
Imprinted at London : In Saint Martins parish in the vinetre, upon the three Crane warfe, by william Copland, Anno. Do. M.D.LIX. The vx. day of March. 1559Imprinted at London : In Saint Martins parishe in the vinetre, vpon the three Crane warfe, by wyllyam Coplande, Anno. Do. M.D.LIX. The vx. daye of Marche. 1559
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On the other side O lord god, thou righteous Judge, Let not the ungodly the enemies of thy truth continually triumph over us, as they do at this day. Let not thine heritage become a reproach & common laughing stock unto the impudent and wicked Papists, who by all possible means seek the utter destruction of thy little stock in shedding, the blood of thy saints for the testimony of thy word, seeking by most devilish and damnable practices to subvert thy truth. Con found them O God and all their wicked counsels: & in the same ⟨image 29⟩pit they have digged for other, let them be taken, that it may be universally known, that there is no counsel nor force that can prevail against the lord our god. Break O lord the horns of those bloody bulls of bashan. Pull down those high mountains that elevate them selves against thee. And rote up the rotten race of the ungodly, to the end that they being consumed in the fire of thine indignation, thine exiled Church may in there own land find place of habitation.
On the other syde O lord god, thou ryghtouse Iudge, Lette not the vngodlye the enimies of thy truth continually triumphe ouer vs, as they do at this daye. Let not thyne heritage become a reproche & comon lawghing stocke vnto the impudente and wycked Papistes, who by all possyble meanes seke the vtter distruction of thy lytell stocke in shedynge, the bloude of thy saynctes for the testimonye of thy worde, sekynge by moste deuelysh and damnable practices to subuert thy truth. Cō found them O God and all theyr wicked counselles: & in the same ⟨image 29⟩pyt they haue digged for other, let them be taken, that it maye be vniuersally knowen, that there is no counsel nor force that can preuayle agaynst the lorde our god. Breke O lord the hornes of those blouddy bulles of basan. Pull down those high moūtaynes that eleuate them selfes agaynst thee. And rote vp the rotten race of the vngodly, to thēde that they being consumed in the fyre of thyne indignation, thyne exyled Churche may in there own land find place of habitation.