Certaine select prayers gathered out of S. Augustine's meditations which he calleth his selfe talke with God.

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Certaine select prayers gathered out of S. Augustine's meditations which he calleth his selfe talke with God.
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At London :: Printed by Iohn Daye, dwelling ouer Aldersgate,
1574.
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"Certaine select prayers gathered out of S. Augustine's meditations which he calleth his selfe talke with God." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A69364.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 5, 2024.

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¶Of the happines of the soule that is let loose from the prison of the body.

HAppy is the soule whiche being let loose frō the earth∣ly prisō, flyeth vp fréely into hea∣uen, and there beholdeth thée her most sweete Lord face to face, & is no more disquieted with any feare of death: but reioyseth in

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the euerlastingnesse of incorrup∣tible glory. For it is safe and out of perill, and hence forth feareth neither enemy nor death. It pos∣sesseth thée her mercifull Lorde whom she hath long sought and euer loued. And accōpanying her selfe with the quyres of Psalme singers, it singeth continually the sugred songes of euerlasting mirth, to ye glorie of thee O king Christ, O gracious Iesu. For she is made dronken with the boūti∣fulnesse of thy house, & thou ma∣kest her to drinke of the streame of thy pleasures. Happy is the fe∣lowship of the heauēly Citizens, and glorious is the solemnitie of all them that returne frō the so∣rowful trauell of this our pilgri∣mage, to the pleasauntnesse of

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beawtie, to the beawtie of all brightnes, and to the floure of all excellencie, where thy Citizens behold thée continually O Lord. Nothyng that may trouble the minde is offered there to ye eare. What songes, what instrumēts, what Carolles, what melodie soundeth there wtout end? There sounde alwayes most pleasaunt tunes of Hymnes, most swéete melodie of aungels, & most won∣derfull dities of songes, whiche are song to thy glorie by the hea∣uenly inhabitantes. No harsh∣nesse, no gallye bitternesse hath any rowme with in thy realme. For there is neither a naughtie persō, nor naughtines. There is none aduersarie nor impugner, neither is there any intycement

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of sinne. There is no nedinesse, no shame, no brawling, no misu∣sage, no excusing, no feare, no vn∣quietnesse, no penaltie, no doubt∣fulnes, no violēce, no discord: but there is perfect peace ful of loue, continuall reioysing & praysing of God, carelesse rest wtout end, and euerlasting gladnesse in the holy Ghost. O how lucky should I be if I might heare the most pleasaunt Carols of thy Citizēs, and their sugred songes aduaun∣cing the prayses of the souereine Trinitie with due honor. But o∣uer happie should I be, might I once atteine to sing a song my selfe, I say to sing one of ye swéete songes of Sion to our Lord Ie∣su Christ.

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