The booke of common prayer, and administration of the sacraments and other rites and ceremonies of the Church of England.

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The booke of common prayer, and administration of the sacraments and other rites and ceremonies of the Church of England.
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Church of England.
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Imprinted at London :: By Robert Barker, printer to the kings most excellent Maiestie,
Anno 1603.
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Church of England. -- Book of common prayer -- Early works to 1800.
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Domine Deus. Psal.88.

O Lord God of my saluation, I haue cryed day and night before thee: O let my prayer enter into thy presence, en∣cline thine eare vnto my calling.

For my soule is full of trouble: and my life draweth nigh vnto hell.

I am counted as one of them that goe downe into the pit: and I haue beene euen as a man that hath no strength.

Free among the dead, like vnto them that be wounded and lie in the graue: which be out of remembrance, and are cut a∣way from thy hand.

Thou hast layde me in the lowest pitte: in a place of darke∣nesse, and in the deepe.

Thine indignation lyeth hard vpon mee: and thou hast

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bexed me with all thy stormes.

Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from mee: and made me to be abhorred of them.

I am so fast in prison: that I cannot get foorth.

My sight faileth for very trouble: Lord, I haue called dai∣ly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine hands vnto thee.

Doest thou shewe wonders among the dead: or shall the dead rise vp againe and praise thee?

Shall thy louing kindnesse be shewed in the graue: or thy faithfulnesse in destruction?

Shall thy wonderous works be knowen in the darke: and thy righteousnes in the land where all things are forgotten?

Vnto thee haue I cried, O Lord: and earely shall my prayer come before thee.

Lorde, why abhorrest thou my soule: and hidest thou thy face from me?

I am in miserie, and like vnto him that is at the point to die: (euen from my youth vp) thy terrours haue I suffered with a troubled mind.

Thy wrathfull displeasure goeth ouer mee: and the feare of thee hath vndone me.

They came round about mee dayly like water: and com∣passed me together on euery side.

My louers and friends hast thou put away from me: and hid mine acquaintance out of my sight.

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