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O Lord thy word is our sure touchstone That leadeth mankynde, to hys salvation Vyce for to eshew, and all abhomination Ipocrysie, Idolatry, which is mans perdition O Lorde is not the merites of thy passion A sure seale of fre pardone, and remyssion That once was shed for mans redemption? Upon the crosse was offered, that high oblacion. O Lorde thou dyddest thy fathers wrath pacify Obedient thou wast unto a shamefull death For mans lyfe, thou suffredest patiently Thou yeldest the gost, as the scripture sayth And rose from death, to lyfe the thyrde daye And sittest in heaven, with great power & majestie Coequall with the father, thys is no naye Makyng intercession, for us synners perpetuallye. O Lorde how long shall we wepe and crye For fault of foode, to the soule spirituall Thy watchmen are dome, and lie in theyr stye That leadeth mankynde, to hys salvation Vyce for to eshewe, and all abhomination Ipocrysie, Idolatry, which is mans perdition O Lorde is not the merites of thy passion A sure seale of fre pardone, and remyssion That once was shed for mans redemption? Upon the crosse was offered, that high oblacion. O Lorde thou dyddest thy fathers wrath pacify Obedient thou wast unto a shamefull death For mans lyfe, thou suffredest patiently Thou yeldest the gost, as the scripture sayth And rose from death, to lyfe the thyrde daye And sittest in heaven, with great power & majestie Coequall with the father, thys is no naye Makyng intercession, for us synners perpetuallye. O Lorde howe long shall we wepe and crye For fault of foode, to the soule spirituall Thy watchmen are dome, and lie in theyr stye Their filthy livyng it so abhomynable To fede thy flocke, they take no care nor payne To teach or preach, thy fathful testament