A boke newly translated out of Latyn in to Englisshe, called The folowing of Christe with the Golden epistel of saynt Barnard.

❧:That all our hope and truste is to be put in God onely. The .lxiii. Chapitre.

O Lorde? what is the truste that I haue in thys lyfe / or what is my mooste solace of all thynges vn∣der heuen. Is it nat thou my lorde God whose mercy is withoute mesure / where hathe it bene well with me without the / or whan hathe it nat bene well with me thou beyng present / I had leuer be poore with ehe than ryche without the / I had leauer be with the as a pylgryme in thys worlde / than without the to be in heuen / for where thou arte there is heuen / and where thou arte nat / there is bothe dethe and hell. Thou arte to me all that I de∣syre / and therfore it behoueth me to fighe to the / to crye for the / and hertely to pray to the / I haue nothynge to truste in that may helpe me in my necessytes but onely the / for thou arte my hope / thou arte my

truste / thou arte my conforte / & thou arte my moste faythfull helper in euery nede / man seketh that is hys / but thou sekeste my helth and profyte / and tourneste all thynge into the beste for me / for yf thou sende temptacions and other aduersytes thou ordeynest all to my profyte / for thou arte wonte by a thousande wayes to pro∣ue thy chosen people. ★ In whiche profe thou arte no lesse to be lauded and pray∣sed / thā if thou haddest fulfylled thē with heuenly confortes. In the lorde therfore I put my truste: and in the I bere paciēt¦ly all my aduersites / for I fynde nothyng without the but vnstablenes and foly / for I se well that the multytude of worldely frendes profiteth nat / ne that stronge hel¦pers nothynge may auayle / ne wyse coū∣sayler gyue profytable counsayle: ne con∣nynge of doctours gyue cōsolacion / ne ry¦ches delyuer in time of nede ne secreee pla¦ce any thing defende / if thou lorde do nat assyste / helhe / conforte / coūsayle / informe / and defende / for all thynges that seme to be ordeined to mānes solace ī this worlde if thou be absent / be right nought worth ne may nat brynge to man any true fely∣cyte / thou arte the ende Lorde of all good

thynges / the hyghnes of lyfe and the pro¦founde wysdome of all thynge that is in heuen and in erthe / wherfore to truste in the aboue all thinges / is the gretest con∣forte to all thy seruauntes. To the ther∣fore I lyfte myne eyen / and in the only I put my trust / my lorde my god the father of mercy / blesse thou / & halowe thou my soule with thy heuenly blessynges / that it maye be thy dwellynge place / and the sete of thy eternall glory / so that nothing be founde in me at any time that may of∣fende the eye of the maieste / beholde me lorde after the greatnes of thy goodnes / and of thy manyfolde mercyes and gra∣ciously here the prayer of me thy poorest seruaunt / outlawed and farre exiled into the countre of shadowe of deth / defende: and kepe me amonge the manyfolde perilles: and daūgers of this corrup¦tyble lyfe / & dyrecte me throughe thy grace by the way of pea¦ce into the countre of e∣uerlastyng clerenes w^tout ending. Amen.