%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Prayer or supplycation made vnto God by / a yonge man, that he woulde be mercifull to vs, and not kepe his worde away from / vs, but that the truth maie springe. / Psalme, C.xix. / Wherein hath a yonge man O Lorde to reioyce, / But in thy worde: therefore put I forth my voyce. Pit, John University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1559-1559 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/18/2018 36303

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S3007 O Lorde of mercye vs beholde / The whiche are here in great mysery For mercy vnto thee now do we crye / That thou in our synnes suffre vs not to dye. [with variation] Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 53 A Prayer or supplycation made vnto God by / a yonge man, that he woulde be mercifull to vs, and not kepe his worde away from / vs, but that the truth maie springe. / Psalme, C.xix. / Wherein hath a yonge man O Lorde to reioyce, / But in thy worde: therefore put I forth my voyce. A Prayer or supplication made unto God by a young man, that he would be merciful to us, and not keep his word away from us, but that the truth may spring. Psalm 100.19. Wherein hath a young man O Lord to rejoice, But in thy word: therefore put I forth my voice. Pit, John Printer William / Herforde 1559-1559

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O Lorde of mercye us beholde The whiche are here in great mysery And in doynge thy wyll lorde we are to colde Therefore on us shewe some pytye For mercy unto thee now do we crye That thou in our synnes suffre us not to dye. Let us not be forsaken of thee O lorde Although we be wretched and synfull But thy mercies nowe showe abrode And to us synners moost wicked be mercyfull For mercy unto thee nowe do we crye That thou in our synnes suffer us not to dye. Thou dyddest thy worde plentyfully sowe abrode Even unto us lorde of tyme very late But we were to unthankfull, all with one accorde Therefore thou dyddest, o lorde, it away take Wherefore nowe for mercye unto thee we crye That thou in oure synnes suffre us not to dye. Good lorde be merciful unto us we thee praye Although destruction we have deserved Let us have thy worde agayne, O lorde, to be our stay That by stronge fayth in thee, we maye be saved For onelye unto thee continually wyll we crye That thou in our synnes suffer us not to die. Take away Idolatry, o lord, let that no more upspring In this, O lorde, thy poore and symple lande Thou dydst plague us lord, in taking away our Kynge Wherefore holde over us nowe thy right hande And forgeve us lorde, nowe do we crye That in our synnes thou suffre us not to dye. Full godly and ryghteously dyd he begynne For the tyme thou gavest hym space To set forth thy glorie, and punishe synne This was the intente of his grace Therefore for the like do we now crye That thou in oure synnes suffer us not to dye. Images, o lorde, he plucked cleane downe And ceremonies that were naughte And priestes he made leave Baales crowne And thy worde he caused to be taught For by thy worde all thinge did he trie that we in ignoraunce shoulde not dye. He was the sower thy seede to sowe As thy Evangelistes do playnely wryte But some of thy seede away did goe Amonge the harde grounde dyd it lighte therfore for forgevenes now do we crye that thou in oure synnes suffre us not to die. We are that harde and stonye grounde Where some of thy sede dyd fall Of whiche seede small rote is founde Sathan almooste had dryed up all
Therefore for mercye now do we crye that thou in oure synnes suffre us not to die, O Lorde, make us of that fruytfull grounde the whiche doth kepe thy commaundementes That great increase of godlynes in us maye be founde that we maye serve thee with good intentes And alwayes for mercye unto thee to crie That we in our sinnes do never die, Ful notable and excellent kinges thou hast geven us Kynge Henry the eight of moost famous memorie Whiche abolyshed the byshop of Rome from us And by thi mighty power plucked down much idolatri We consideringe this, for mercye do now crye That in our sinnes thou suffre us not to die. Also we were made to go and worship a false God Whiche was a great abhomination and ydolatrye But thy commaundementes he set forth abrode In oure owne native speache moost truely Teachinge us alwayes on the for to crye that we in oure sinnes lorde, shoulde not dye. Even as Esechias was unto Judae So was Kynge Henry unto Englande Unto this Kynge, o lorde, compare we Edwarde the syxte whom thou hast in thy hande Which thy word set abrode most manifestlye That we in our sinnes Lorde, shoulde not dye. Although that in age he was not so hye Yet unto his steppes he went very nere Unto the glory of thy blessed Majestie And unto the soule helth of us his subjectes dere Therefore unto thee, o lorde, do we now crye that thou in our sinnes suffer us not to dye His father broke the Pilgrimages going to this saint and that saint, to and fro But he, o lorde, at his upcomminge Brought doune all as thou doest knowe For by thy worde he dyd all thinge trie That we in our sinnes shoulde not die. He was in age like to that vertuous kinge Josias, which in Hierusalem dyd raigne One and thirtie yeares had he there his beynge And executed thy lawe this is very plaine But for oure unthankfulnes, o lorde, truely Thou causedst our worthy kinge shortly for to die. I hartely beseche thee, o eternall God To kepe and preserve Elysabeth our Quene That she may thy worde now set abrode Nowe in her time as before hath bene By her godly Father & brother, for which thing we cry That we may repent, and not in our sinnes die,
Finis, Quod John Pyttes Printed at London in Aldersgate strete by William Herforde, The .xxiii. of Marche .M.D.lix.