LVIII. Richard Robinson

A Psalme pend upon the Etimologie of the name of the right worshipfull Thomas Leigh, of Adlington.

THY mercie, Lord, my faith perswades,

Although my sinnes be red,

How I shall be made free to thee

By Christe’s blood that’s shed.

Of all my wandring wilfull dayes,

And recklesse rudeful toys,

My faithfull hope is for to mount

To thee in lasting ioyes.

And as I wickedly did sinne,

I faithfully repent:

Such is thy mercie that I knowe

My teares shall thee content.

Lo, heare my teares the witnesse is,

My sinne doth grieue me sore:

Esteeme, O Lord, my wofull plaintes;

I trust t’ offend no more.

In thee my onely hope remaines;

On thee is all my stay;

Geue eare vnto my wofull cries,

When I shall passe away.

Haue minde vpon thy mercy, Lord;

Forget thy wrath and yre;

Erect my spirite into thy blisse,

I humbly thee desire.

Els all my teares and grieuous plaintes

Returne without rewarde;

So shall I weare and wast in woe—

My cries shall not be heard.

Seeme not therefore to turne thy face;

Accept my wofull suite:

Quit me from Sathan’s nets and snares;

His traps, good Lord, confute.

Vnto thy maiestie, O Lord,

I dedicate my selfe:

Yeeld I doe vp my soule to thee,

And leaue the world my wealth.

Accept, therefore, thou glorious God—

Thus still on thee I crie;

Reuenge not, Lord, but mercy haue,

And neuer let me die.

All glory be vnto thy name,

And to thy onely Sonne;

And to the Holy Ghost, with whom

To vs thy kingdome come.