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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.
Sin and despair have so possest my hart,1 And hold my captive soul in such restraint, As of thy mercies I can feel no part, But still in languor do I lye and faint. Create a new pure hart within my breast: Mine old can hold no liquor of thy grace. My feeble faith with heavy lode oppressed Staggering doth scarcely creep a reeling pace, And fallen it is to faint to rise again. Renew, O Lord, in me a constant sprite, That staid with mercy may my soul sustain▪ A sprite so settled and so firmly pight Within my bowels, that it never move, But still uphold the assurance of thy love.
Sinne and despeir haue so possest my hart,1 And hold my captiue soule in such restraint, As of thy mercies I can fele no part, But still in languor do I lye and faint. Create a new pure hart within my brest: Myne old can hold no liquour of thy grace. My feble faith with heauy lode opprest Staggring doth scarcely creepe a reeling pace, And fallen it is to faint to rise againe. Renew, O Lord, in me a constant sprite, That stayde with mercy may my soule susteine▪ A sprite so setled and so firmely pight Within my bowells, that it neuer moue, But still vphold thassurance of thy loue.
- 1Create a clean hart within me, O God: and renew a steadfast spirit within my bowels.Create a cleane hart within me, O God: and renew a stedfast spirit within my bowels.
Lo prostrate, Lord, before thy face I lye,1 With sighs deep drawn deep sorrow to express▪ O Lord of mercy, mercy do I cry: Drive me not from thy face in my distress, Thy face of mercy and of sweet relief, The face that feeds angels with only sight, The face of comfort in extremest grief. Take not away the succour of thy sprite, Thy holy sprite, which is mine only stay, The stay that when despair assaileth me,