Chap. 56. How a man oppressed with trobles, ought to yeeld him selfe to the Lordes wil.
O Eternal God, and heauenlie Father, I yeelde thee immortal thankes, for that thou doest what thou wilt a 1.1, and wilt nothing but that is good b 1.2.
Let me thy seruant reioice in thee c 1.3▪ not either in my selfe, or in anie o∣ther thing d 1.4. For thou alone art the true comfort; thou art my hope and my crowne; thou Lord art my ioie and mine honor e 1.5. Of thee I haue whatsoeuer I haue, and that not of a∣nie merites at al of mine. Thine are al things f 1.6 which thou hast either giuen g 1.7, or made h 1.8. I poore soule, worne out with labors euen from my youth, and greeued in minde i 1.9, and that in such wise, that sometime I