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Chapter IX.
[verse 1 2 3] O God of Fathers, Lord of heau'n and earth,
Mercies true soueraigne, pitties portraiture,
King of all kings, a birth surpassing birth,
A life immortall, essence euer pure:
Which with a breath ascending from thy thought,
Hast made the heau'ns of earth, the earth of nought.
Thou which hast made mortalitie for man,
Beginning life to make an end of woe,
Ending in him, what in himselfe began,
His earths dominion, through thy wisedomes flow:
Made for to rule according to desart,
And execute reuenge with vpright heart.
[verse 4] Behold a crowne, but yet a crowne of care,
Behold a scepter, yet a sorrowes guise,
More than the ballance of my head can beare,
More than my hands can hold wherein it lies:
My crowne doth want supportance for to beare,
My scepter wanteth empire for to weare.
A leglesse body is my kingdomes mappe,
Limping in follie, halting in distresse,
Giue me thy wisedome (Lord) my better happe,
Which may my follie cure, my griefe redresse:
O let me not fall in obliuions caue,
Let wisedome be my baile, for her I craue.