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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.
Thou lovest simple sooth, not hidden face With truthless visor of deceiving show.1 Lo simply, Lord, I do confess my case, And simply crave thy mercy in my woe. This secrete wisdom hast thou granted me, To see my sins, & whence my sins do grow: This hidden knowledge have I learned of thee, To feel my sins, and how my sins do flow With such excess, that with unfeigned heart, Dreading to drown, my Lord, lo how I flee, Simply with tears bewailing my desert, Relieved simply by thy hand to be. Thou lovest truth, thou taughtest me the same. Help, Lord of truth, for glory of thy name.
Thou louest simple sooth, not hidden face With trutheles visour of deceiuing showe.1 Lo simplie, Lord, I do confesse my case, And simplie craue thy mercy in my woe. This secrete wisedom hast thou graunted me, To se my sinnes, & whence my sinnes do growe: This hidden knowledge haue I learnd of thee, To fele my sinnes, and howe my sinnes do flowe With such excesse, that with vnfained hert, Dreding to drowne, my Lorde, lo howe I flee, Simply with teares bewailyng my desert, Releued simply by thy hand to be. Thou louest truth, thou taughtest me the same. Helpe, Lord of truth, for glory of thy name.
- 1But lo, thou haste loved trueth, the hidden and secrete things of thy wisdom thou haste opened unto me.But lo, thou haste loued trueth, the hidden and secrete thinges of thy wisedome thou haste opened vnto me.
With sweet Hyssop besprinkle thou my sprite:1 Not such hyssop, nor so besprinkle me, ⟨image 61⟩As law unperfect shade of perfect light Did use as an appointed sign to be Foreshowing figure of thy grace behight. With death and bloodshed of thine only son The sweet hyssop, cleanse me defiled wight. Sprinkle my soul. And when thou so haste done, Bedewed with drops of mercy and of grace I shall be clean as cleansed of my sin. Ah wash me, Lord: for I am foul alas: That only canst, Lord, wash me well within, Wash me, O Lord: when I am washed soe, I shall be whiter than the whitest snow.