¶An other Letter of William Tyms to his frend in Hockley.
* 1.1THe grace of God the Father, through the merites of his deare sonne Iesus our Lord and onely Sauiour, with the continuall ayde of his holy and mighty spirit, to the performance of his wil, to our euerlasting comfort, be with you my deare brethren, both now and euermore. Amen.
My dearely beloued, I beseeche God to rewarde the greate goodnesse that you haue shewed vnto me, seuen folde into your bosomes: and as you haue alwayes had a moste godly loue vnto his word, euen so I beseech him to geue you grace to loue your owne soule, and then I trust that you will flee from al those thin∣ges that shoulde displease our good and mercifull God, and hate and abhorre all the companye of those that woulde haue you to worship God any otherwise then is conteined in his holy worde. And beware of those maysters of Idolatrye, that is, these papi∣sticall Priestes. My deare brethren, for the tender mercy of God, remember well what I haue sayd vnto you and also written, the which I am now ready to seale with my bloud. I prayse God that euer I liue to see the daye, and blessed bee my good and mercifull God, that euer he gaue me a body to glorify his name. And deare hartes, I do now write vnto you for none other cause, but to put you in remembraunce, that I haue not forgotten you, to the end, that I woulde not haue you forgette me, but to remember well what I haue simply by worde of mouth and writing taught you. The which although it were moste simplye done, yet truely, as your owne conscience beareth me record: and therefore in any case take good heed that you do not that thing which your own conscience doth condemne. Therefore come out of Sodome and goe to heauen ward with the seruauntes and martyrs of God, least you be pertakers of the vengeance of God that is comming vpō this wicked natiō, from the which the Lord our God defend you, and send vs a ioyfull meeting in the kingdome of heauen: vnto the which God bring you all. Amen. Thus now I take my leaue of you for euer in this world, except I be burned amongst, you whi∣che thing is vncertayne vnto me, as yet.
By me your poorest and most vnworthy brother in Christ, W. Tyms, in New∣gate, the 12. day of April, condemned to dye for Christes verity.