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A Psalme for remission of sinnes.
HAue mercie vpon me, O God, after thy great goodnes, according to the multitude of thy mercies doo awaie mine offences.
Wash mee throughly from my wickednesse, and cleanse
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HAue mercie vpon me, O God, after thy great goodnes, according to the multitude of thy mercies doo awaie mine offences.
Wash mee throughly from my wickednesse, and cleanse
me from my sinne.
For I acknowledge my faults, and my sinne is euer before me.
Against thee onely haue I sinned, and doone this euill in thy sight, that thou mightest be iustified in thy saying, and cléere when thou art iudged.
Beholde I was shapen in wickednes, and in sinne hath my mother conceiued me.
Who can vnderstande his faultes? cleanse me O Lord from secret sinnes.
For mine iniquities are gone ouer mine head, and are as a weightie burthen too hea¦uie for me to beare.
My sinnes haue taken such hold vpon me, that I am not able to looke vp: yea they are mo in number than the hairs of my head, therfore my hart hath failed me.
Therefore I say, Lord haue mercie vppon mee, heale my soul, for I haue sinned against thee.
Returne, O Lord, deliuer
my soule, saue me for thy mer¦cies sake.
Wilt thou Lord absent thy selfe for euer, and wilt thou be no more intreated?
Is thy mercie cleane gone for euer, and is thy promise come vtterlie to an ende, for euermore?
Hast thou God forgotten to be gratious, and wilt thou shut vp thy louing kindnesse in displeasure?
O Lord rebuke me not in thine anger, nor chastise me
in thy heauie displeasure.
I faint in my mourning, e∣uerie night I wash my bed, and water my couch with my teares
Haue mercie vpon me O Lord, for I am weake, O lord heale mee, for my bones are vexed.
Lord I power my whole de∣sire before thée, and my sigh∣ing is not hid from thée.
Remember not the sins of my youth, but according to thy mercie thinke thou vpon me, O Lord, for thy goodnes.
For thy names sake bee mercifull vnto mine iniqui∣tie, for it is great.
Turne thy face from my sinnes, and put out all my mis¦deeds.
Looke vpon my affliction and trouble, and forgiue mee all my sinnes.
Though I haue gone astray like a shéepe that is lost, yet séeke thy seruant, for I do not forget thy commandements.
Kéepe my soule and deliuer mee, let mee not bee con∣founded,
for I do put my trust in thee.