¶ Almighty God I pray, his Holy spirit to send: 
 The just man's heart steadfast to stay, and wicked lives to mend.  

True trial touching truth, time trimly here doth try:  
Except the Scribes therefore we pass in righteousness, we die.  
Minds many moved be, all truth to establish:  
Papes popish puffed in Pluto's pride, all popery here do wish.  
Void from them all good men, which godly be in mind:  
Sith Satan assaileth some so sore, and still their hearts doth blind.  
Embrace and love the Truth, on Christ's side stiffly stand:  
Deny the Pope Satan the Turk, reject them quite from hand.  
And never wish in will, with wicked men t'agrée:  
Xp̄e saith we can not their ways hold, and eke his servants be.  
Reject, and expel quite, that which displease God may:  
Incline to Christ, the truth embrace, be sure thereon to stay.  
Rejoice though Rigour range, and run for to obtain:  
Upon thee persecution bear, great joys to have again.  
Muse nothing on these days, but weigh the time now frail:  
The tried truth time under treads, in time truth will prevail.  
In time the wicked laugh, in time the just lament:  
Muse not therefore, the just to try, the Lords will now is bend.  
Employ thy will and mind, to the Scriptures divine:  
Be not seduced in no wise, from truth do not decline.  
Refuse (if faith thou hast) a Christian dumb to be:  
Yield out thy talon with increase, and look thy faith be free.  
No doubt if dumb thou lurk, cloaking thy faith for fear:  
God will thee plague, and to good men, thy faint faith will appear.  
incline thine ear hereto, and this well understand:  
Try out the sense hereof by truth, all wickedness withstand.  
Heaven with the Lord of Lords, we shall not inherit:  
Except our righteousness far pass the Scribe and hypocrite.  
All wicked men we see, now glory much in mind:  
Looking for mass, an Idol which to them hath been full kind.  
Truly those naughty men, think now within short time:  
Here, for jesus Christ's true word, to plant Satan's doctrine.  
Yea still they hope in deed, and still look for a day:  
No doubt, Christ's gospel to exclude, & pope's laws to bear sway.  
God save our noble Queen, Lord grant this we require:  
Among us here long she may reign, and cut short papes desire.  
Send out thy wrath (O Lord) confound with open shame:  
Those which in heart unto her grace, long life do not proclaim.  
Out pull those hateful hearts, which in spite rage and boil:  
Against thy truth, her grace, good men (O Lord) thou canst them foil.  
Nothing but wickedness, such in their hearts embrace,  
Among us here although they say, and bear out a smooth face.  
Now Lord thy flock defend, Lord bless thine heritage:  
Direct thy spirit over us all, in this our time and age.  
Encourage us against raging Satan always,  
Quicken our minds, strength us herein, O Lord to thee we pray:  
Vouch safe eke on those men, thy heavenly spirit to send,  
O Lord inspire them with thy grace, their erring lives t'amend.  
Destroy all errors here, illuminate their heart:  
Call home all those which have run wide, to the truth them convert.  
heal those which broken be (O Lord I say) in mind:  
Reduce and bring to thee in truth, all wicked jews unkind.  
Infidels and eke Turks, Pagans which know thee not:  
So shall we all be to thee one inheritance and lot.  
Tread under and suppress all vice, and eke expel  
Our hollow hearted hypocrites, which love not thy Gospel:  
Put in their hearts such grace (O Lord) that they may now:  
Hope in thee their eternal God, and to thee their hearts bow.  
Ever to watch and pray, as thou hast taught the same:  
Ready to be with oil in lamp, heaven with thee to attain.  
we hoping on thee thus, all vain hope now confound:  
In heaven with thee at length will we thy worthy praise forth sound.  
Lord grant that we may reign, in joys celestial:  
Such as will still thy foes remain, shall to pains infernal.  
O Lord grant this request, Lord let thy kingdom cum:  
Now watch and pray we will, for why? Tempus edax rerum.  
¶ FINIS.  
(ꝙ) Christopher Wilson.    


SOme hope you see,  
(The more pity)  
Not in the Lord of might:  
Whose hearts and mind,  
His ways should find,  
To praise him day and night.   

¶ With heart and voice,  
They should rejoice,  
Only in Christ I say:  
And not to hope,  
To see the Pope,  
With his laws to bear sway.   

¶ Lament I do,  
Here to see now,  
The joys that some be in:  
wishing for Mass,  
I say alas,  
The cloak of filthy sin.   

¶ I may here write,  
And truth indite,  
Affirm plainly and say:  
The word of truth,  
(The more is ruth)  
Is sown in stony way.   

¶ For all teaching,  
And true preaching,  
Some hearts be hard as steel:  
There is no way,  
Their hearts to stay,  
Or cause them truth to seel.   

¶ But stout they be,  
In all Popery,  
As by this man doth séente:  
Whose shameless face,  
Put forth this case,  
And bad his neighbours dame:   

¶ Where best should be,  
To make (ꝙ he)  
An altar for our Mass:  
Let us first be,  
Herein (ꝙ he)  
It will thus come to pass.   

¶ This friend of Popes,  
Offered ten groats,  
This altar there to make:  
Where mass should be.  
Have here (ꝙ he)  
This money mine here take.   

¶ Lord our Queen save,  
We cry and crave,  
In godly state always:  
Defend her grace,  
Long time and space,  
Among us here we pray.    

¶ Imprinted at London without Aldersgate, in little Britain: by Alex. Lacy. The. 16. of August. 1566.