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Sermons of John Calvin, upon the song that Hezekiah made after he had been…Sermons of Iohn Caluin, vpon the songe that Ezechias made after he had bene…
Sermons of John Calvin, upon the song that Hezekiah made after he had been sick and afflicted by the hand of God, contained in the 38. chapter of Isaiah. Translated out of French into English. 1560.Sermons of Iohn Caluin, vpon the songe that Ezechias made after he had bene sicke and afflicted by the hand of God, conteyned in the 38. chapiter of Esay. Translated out of Frenche into Englishe. 1560.
London: printed by John Day, 1560London: printed by Iohn Day, 1560
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.
Have mercy, Lord, have mercy:1 for I know How much I need thy mercy in this case. The horror of my gilt doth daily grow, And growing wears my feeble hope of grace. I feel and suffer in my thralled breast Secret remorse and gnawing of my hart. I feel my sin, my sin that hath oppressed My soul with sorrow and surmounting smart. Draw me to mercy: for so oft as I ⟨image 60⟩Presume to mercy to direct my sight, My Chaos and my heap of sin doth lie, Between me and thy mercies shining light. What ever way I gaze about for grace, My filth and fault are ever in my face.
Haue mercie, Lord, haue mercie:1 for I know How muche I nede thy mercie in this case. The horror of my gilt doth dayly growe, And growing weares my feble hope of grace. I fele and suffer in my thralled brest Secret remorse and gnawing of my hart. I fele my sinne, my sinne that hath opprest My soule with sorrow and surmounting smart. Drawe me to mercie: for so oft as I ⟨image 60⟩Presume to mercy to direct my sight, My Chaos and my heape of sinne doth lie, Betwene me and thy mercies shining light. What euer way I gaze about for grace, My filth and fault are euer in my face.
- 1For I knowledge my wickedness, and my sin is ever before me.For I knowledge my wickednes, and my sinne is euer before me.
1Grant thou me mercy, Lord: thee thee alone I have offended, and offending thee, For mercy lo, how I do lye and groan. Thou with all-piercing eye beheldest me, Without regard that sinned in thy sight. Behold again, how now my spirit it rues, And wails the time, when I with foul delight Thy sweet forbearing mercy did abuse. My cruel conscience with sharpened knife Doth splat my ripped heart, and lays abroad The loathsome secretes of my filthy life, And spreads them forth before the face of God. Whom shame from deed shameless cold not restrain, Shame for my deed is added to my pain.