An exposition upon the song of the blessed virgin Mary, called Magnificat Where unto…An exposicion vpon the songe of the blessed virgine Mary, called Magnificat Where vnto…

Moreover that Simeon sayeth: according to thy promise, therein doth he praise and commend the truth of Gods promises. For the word or promise made unto Simeon was, that he should not see death, before he had seen the LORDS Christ. Now though there appeared many things contrary to this word or promise, and though it seemed to have ben a vain and feigned tail nevertheless, seeing all men are liars, but thou LORD my God art true, thou fulfillest it at the fullest that thou hast promised, and lettest me now go in peace. Hither to have I carefully abidden thy coming, and that this many years, and what mistrusting did not the flesh in the mean season steer me unto? What infidelity did not Satan inspire me with? And because thou diddest differ thy promise of seeing Christ, therefore was I near hand caused to ⟨image 96⟩think that all thy promises were vain. And (good LORD) what rumour or uproar did than rise in my conscience? With what engines did Satan assault my mind? laying now my since before me, than she wing me an hougle image of death, sometime kindling the horrible fire of hell in mine entrails, wherewith I was so dismayed, that I was near hand in despair. But now thou makest me an happy aged man LORD, and lettest thy servant depart in peace, according to thy promise. Now doest thou set my conscience at rest, now shall I careless wait for the bodily death, I will now dye gladly.

Moreouer that Simeon sayeth: accordynge to thy promyse, therein doth he prayse and commende the truth of Gods promyses. For the worde or promyse made vnto Simeon was, that he shulde not se death, before he had sene the LORDES Christ. Now though ther appeared many thynges contrary to thys worde or promyse, and though it semed to haue ben a vayne and fayned tayle neuerthelesse, seynge all men are lyars, but thou LORDE my God arte true, thou fulfyllest it at the fullest that thou hast promysed, and lettest me now go in peace. Hether to haue I carefully abyden thy commynge, and that thys many yeares, and what mystrustynge dyd not the fleshe in the meane season steare me vnto? What infidelite dyd not Satan inspire me wyth? And because thou dyddest differre thy promyse of seynge Christ, therfore was I nearehande caused to ⟨image 96⟩thynke that all thy promyses were vayne. And (good LORDE) what rumoure or vproure dyd than ryse in my conscience? With what engins dyd Satā assaulte my mynde? layenge now my synnes before me, than she wynge me an hougle image of death, somtyme kyndlynge the horrible fyre of hell in myne entrayles, wherewyth I was so dismade, that I was nearhāde in despayre. But nowe thou makeste me an happye aged man LORDE, and lettest thy seruaunt departe in peace, accordynge to thy promyse. Now doest thou set my consciēce at rest, now shall I carelesse wayte for the bodyly death, I wil now dye gladly.