Another praier of the penitent for mercie.
O Lord I am a sinner, my sinnes are heauie vpon me, the burden of them is intollerable, refresh me with thy grace, wash awaie mine offences, and I shall be whiter than the snowe. Let the cheerefull beames of thy countenance shine vpon me, and giue light to the darkenesse of my life. We can looke for nothing as deserued, but punish∣ment due to our offences. Wherefore good Lord, not according to thy iustice, but in the multitude of thy mercies, deale with thy seruant. Remember not the sinnes of my forefathers: thinke not on the milde mea∣nour of my youth passed: haue pitie on thy creature, which according to the likenesse of thy selfe thou hast made and shaped of earth. How long wilt thou turne thy face awaie from me? Forsake me not, O my God, but renew in me thy holie spirit. Plucke awaie from Page 153 me all that withdraweth me from thee. Graffe in my hart thy grace, that I may loue thee, and feare thee, and so finallie reioice in thy goodnesse with the elected, and praise thee in thy woonderous works for euer. Graunt this most mightie God, for our Sauiour Ie∣sus Christ his sake, to whome with thee and the holie Ghost, be all honor and glorie for euer and euer,