¶ Here after followeth two fruitful and godly prayers/ the one in laud and praise of the trinity/ and the other desiring grace to with stand the fear of death.  
❧ imprinted at London/ in Paules ❧ churchyard by richard Lante/ and richard banks. Anno Domini, M, D, XLV.  

Cum pri; uilegio ad imprimendum solum,    

A prayer to the trinity  

O Holy God of dreadful majesty  
verily one/ three/ and three in one  
Who in angels serve whose works all creatures be  
which heaven and earth/ directest all a loan  
We thee beseech good lord/ with whofull mone  
Spare us wretches/ and wash a way our gylt  
That wee bee not/ by thy just anger spilled   

❧ In strait balance/ of rigorous iudgement  
If thou shouldst/ our sins ponder and way  
Who able were/ to bear thy punishment  
The whole engyn/ of all this world I say  
The engyn/ that endure shall for aye  
With such examination/ may not stand  
Space of one moment/ in thy angry hand.   

❧ Who is not born/ in sin original  
Who doth not actual sin/ in sundry wise  
But thou art he good lord/ that sparest all  
With piteouse mercy/ temperyng iustice  
For as thou doest/ to us rewards devise  
above our merites/ so doest thou dispense  
Thy punishment/ far under our offence.   

❧ More is thy mercy lord/ then all our syn  
To give them/ that unworthy bee  
More goodly is/ and more mercy therein  
How bee it/ worthy enough are they perdieu  
Bee they never so unworthy/ whom that he  
List to accept/ where so ever be taketh  
Whom he unworthy findeth/ worthy maketh   

❧ wherefore good lord/ that ay merciful art  
unto thy grace/ and sovereign dignity  
Wee sely wretches/ cry with woeful heart  
Our sins forget/ and our malignitee  
With piteous eyes/ of thy benignitee  
friendly look on us/ once thine own we bee  
servants or synners/ whether it liketh thee   

❧ Synners/ if thou our crime behold certain  
The crime/ the work/ of our vncurtese mind  
But if thy gifts/ thou behold again  
Thy gifts noble/ wonderful and kind  
Thou shalt us then/ the same persons finde  
which are to thee and haue been/ by long space  
servants by nature/ children by thy grace.   

❧ But this thy goodned/ wryngeth us alas  
For we whom grace/ had made thy children dere  
Are made thy guilty folk/ by our trespass  
sin hath us guilty made/ this many a year  
But let thy grace/ thy grace that hath no pere  
Of our offence/ surmounten all the preace  
That in our sin/ thy honor may increase.   

hoar though thy goodness/ through thy mighty power  
Mate otherwise appear sufficiently  
As things/ which thy creatures every our  
With one voice/ declare and testify  
Thy goodness yet/ thy singular mercy  
Thy petious heart/ thy gracious indulgence  
nothing so clearly sheweth/ as our offence.   

What but our syn/ hath shewed the mighty love  
which able was/ thy dreadful majesty  
To draw down in to earth/ from heaven above  
And crucify god/ that we poor wretches wee  
Should from our filthy sins/ cleansed bee  
With blood and water/ of thine own side  
That stremed/ from thy blessed wounds wide.   

❧ Why love and pity/ thus O heavenly king  
Our civil maketh matter/ of thy goodness  
O love O pit/ our wealth ay well prouidyng  
O goodness serving/ thy servants in destres  
O love O pity/ well nigh now thankeles  
O goodness mighty/ gracious and wise  
And yet almost vanquished with our vise.   

❧ grant good lord/ such heat into my hart  
That into this love of thine/ mate bee equal,  
grant me from satans service to estart  
With whom me ruith/ so long to haue been thrall  
grant me good lord/ and creator of all  
The flamme to quench/ of all sinful desire  
And in thy love/ set all my heart a fire.   

❧ That when the iournay/ of this deadly life  
My sely ghost/ hath finished and thence  
depart must/ with out his fleshely wife  
A love into his lords high presence  
He may the finde/ O well of indulgence  
In thy lordeshippe/ not as a lord but rather  
As a very loving and tender father.   
Finis   

A prayer against the fear of death.  

O lord Iesu/ the onely health of men living  
And life everlasting/ of thē which faithful dy  
I most wretched sinner/ do give to the praisyng  
And wholly submit myself/ to thy great mercy  
nothing can bee compared/ unto thy pity  
None truly can perish/ that putteth their trust in the  
wherefore most loving lord/ haue mercy now on me   

Haue mercy& pity on me/ I say/ most merciful lord  
which humbly beseech the/ to give me now thy grace  
That I may now willingly/ forsake al frail discord  
pertaining to this life/ now grant me time& space  
Here to despise this flesh/ that I may se thy face  
I trust most blessed lord/ in thy compassion  
More clearly for to rise/ in my resurrection.   

❧ O merciful Iesu/ I humbly cry to thee  
that the wilt by thy grace/ make sure& strong my soul  
Against the fear of death/ my flesh sore troubleth me  
That from temptations/ my corporal eyes may roll  
And that I may se the/ with the eyes of my soul  
This mercifully here me/ avert from me thy sword  
Of thy indignation/ according to thy word.   

❧ lord under the buckler/ of mercy thou me keep  
Like as thou hast preserved/ thy holy martyrs all  
whom thou madest overcome/ the fierce torments deep  
Of their grievous death/& brought thē out of thrall  
That I may haue like grace/ to the I heartily call  
Haue mercy on my soul/ when it passeth my boby  
Which of his own kind/ worketh nought but misery   

❧ I aclowledge myself/ that I am destytute  
Of all sucker and help/ nothing I work but sin  
Of myself good lord/ but yet I make my suit  
putting my trust in the/ at length heaven to wind  
For my confidence/ onely good lord is in  
The my lord and saviour/ Iesu my salvation  
By the merites of thy death/ and of thy passion.   

No merites nor good works/ now of myself I haue  
Before the to knowledge/ wherefore my flesh doth quake  
But only it lieth in the good lord/ my soul to save  
Not able I am to the/ for my sins amendes to make  
Through thy mercy by faith/ yet in thy blood I take  
A perfect hope& trust/ thou wilt not impute my sign  
But accept into thy grace/ through the heaven to win   

Thou merciful lord/ which born was for my sake  
And for me a sinner/ great torments& great pain  
Thou hast in earth here take/ from sine me for to wake  
To hang vpon the cross/ thyself didst not abstain  
To haue thy side wide open/ no smart the didst refrain  
To  shed thy precious blood/ the barest to man such love  
Non might bide such smart/ for man this will I prove   

Make all these thy pains/ good lord to profit me  
Let thy most precious blood/ my soul& body cleanse  
Let the smart passion/ which thou suffered on tre  
Satisfy for my sins/ I cannot make no mensae  
Of myself good lord/ so oppressed I am with senes  
Let thy righteousness/ my unrighteousness hide  
wash from me my sins/ that I from the not slide   

❧ give me grace O lord/ I waver not in faith  
But to be firm and stable/ in the O living god  
My hope and salvation/ thus the scriptures saith  
This flesh do not confound me/ the I should taste thy rod  
That my love and charity/ to the bee not down trod  
Finally the weakness/ of this my fleshely breath  
overcome be not/ at any time with the fear of death   

☞ grant me o merciful lord/ as my trust is in thee  
That when death shutteth up/ the eyes of my body  
The eyes of my soul/ to the liftned may be  
By true faith and hope/ to live eternally  
where as is no discord/ no pain nor misery  
But everlasting peace/ which no tongue can tell  
But ever shall induer/ for ever I know right well   

This when death shall take/ away my tongue& voice  
yet my heart may cry/ and say to the O lord  
In thy holy hands/ now let my soul rejoice  
Like a loving father/ according to thy word  
Let not my soul suffer/ the jer of thy sword  
This both soul and body/ to the I do commend  
To whom bee honor and praise/ ever without end.   
Amen.