O Lord that art our God, ryght fearefull and eke myghtie
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which evermore dost kepe ful sure, thy covenaunt & thy mer-cie
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With thee that love the & kepe thy commaundemetes
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but we have all departed from thy preceptes & Judgementes
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Ah we have synned lord, and the offended sore
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we have bene disobedient, and gone backe evermore
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We had yet never wyll, our selfes to trade and frame
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to here thy servauntes the Prophets, whiche truly in thy name
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Dyd speake unto our kynges and princes through the land
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[?] that they should understand
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[?] belongth unto thy name
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[?] is due but open shame
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[?]owe at this same daye
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[?]s well perceve we maye
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[?]solem do dwell
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[?]ll Israell
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I meane O lord Jerusalem, which is thyne holy hyll
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And whye? even for our synnes and for the wickedness
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of oure forefathers, nowe is all this citie in distresse
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And we thy people all, abhorred be throughout
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all nacions and peoples eke, that dwell us round about
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Nowe therfore O thou God of our salvacion
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heare this the prayr of thy servaunt and sunplicacion
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And let thy face O lord most gloriouse in hast
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upon thy sanctuarye shyne whiche nowe lieth voyd and wast
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O lord my God I saye, some pitie on us take
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inclyne thyne eare, disclose thyne eye, at least for thyne owne sake
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Beholde O lorde howe we, confunded be with shame
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yea and the citie whiche also, is called after thy name
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We do not cast our prayers, O lord before thyne eyes
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trustyng in our owne ryghtuousnes, but in thy great mercies
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O God bowe down thyne eare, O lord forgeve our wrong
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considre lord our miseries, and tary not to long
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My God for thyne owne sake, make hast to do the same
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for thy citie and people both be called by thyne owne name.
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