A verie deuoute Prayer to God the Sonne. CHAPT. XXXIX.
O Lord Iesu Christ, the sonne of the living God, who with thy handes stretched forth on the Crosse, hast drunke the cupp of thy passion for the redemp∣tion of all mankinde, succou••e me this day I beseeche thee. Beholde, o Lord, I that am needie doe come to thee that art wealthie. I that am full of miserie doe ap∣proache to thee replenished with mercie, suffer m•• not therfore to departe voide, or as one worthie to be despised. I be∣ginne hungrie, let me not end emptie. I approache as one hunger-starued, let me not departe vnfed. And if I sighe before I eate, graunt that I may eate at least