Tyndale.
Synne we thorow fragilyte neuer so o••••e, yet as sone as we repēt and come in to the ryght waye agayne, and vnto the testament whych god hath made in [ B] Crys••es blood: our synnes vanysh awaye as smoke in the wynde, and as darke¦nes at the commynge of syght, or as thou cast a lytle blood or melke into the mayne see. In so mych that who euer goeth aboute to make satisfaccyon for his synnes to god warde, sayeng in his herte, thus mych haue I synned, thus mych wyll I do agayne, or this wyse wyll I lyue to make amendes wyth all, or this wyll I do to gete heuen wyth all: the same is an infidele, faythlesse, and damned in his dede doynge, and hath lost his parte in Crys••es blood, bycause he is diso••edyēt vnto goddes testamēt, and setteth vp a nother of his owne ima¦ginacyon, vnto whych he wyll compell god to obey. If we loue god: we haue •• commaundement to loue our neyghbour also, as sayth Iohn̄ in his pystl. And yf we haue offended hym to make him amēdes / or yf we haue not wherewith, to aske hym forgyuenesse, and to do and to suffer all thynges for his sake to wynne hym to god and to norish peace and vnyte: but to go••warde Cryste is an euerlastynge satisfaccyon and euer suffycyent. [ C]