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Lord Iesu, thou art all my ri∣ches, and all that I haue, I haue it of thee. But what am I (Lorde) that I dare thus speake to thee, I am thy poor∣est seruaunt, & a worme most abiect, more poore, and more dispisable than I can or
bare say. Beholde (Lorde) that I am nought, that I haue nought, and of my selfe I am nought worth: thou art only good, righteous and holy, thou orderest all things, thou giuest all things, & thou fulfillest all things with thy goodnes, leauing only the wretched sinner barrain and voyde of heauēly comfort. Remem∣ber thy mercies, and fill my harte with thy manifolde graces, for thou wilte not that thy works in me be made in vaine. How may I beare the miseries of this lyfe, vnlesse thy grace and mercy doe cō∣fort me therin? Turne not thy face from me, defer not thy visiting of me, ne with drawe not thy comforts from me, lest happily my soule be made as dry earth without the water of grace, and as it were a thing vnprofitable to thee. Tea∣che me, Lorde, to fulfill thy will, and to liue meekly and worthily before thee, for thou art all my wisedome and running, and thou art he that knowest me as I am, and that knewest me before the world was made, and before that I was borne or brought into this lyfe.