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That of all three there is no, first nor last,
That of all three there is no, first nor last,


FINIS
FINIS  
 
Rise O my soule, with thy desires to heaven
and with [deuinest?] contemplations use
Thy tyme, where tymes eternitye is given
Nor let vayne thoughts, noe more thy thoughts abuse
But downe in darknes, let them lye
Soe live thy better, let thy worse thoughts dye
 
And though my soule, inspired with holy flame
vewe and reuewe, with most regarfull eye
That holy crosse, whence thy salvacion came
whereon thy saviour, and thy sinne did dye
for in that sacred object is such pleasure
That in that saviour is my life and treasure
 
To thee, O Jesus, I derect myne eyes
to thee, my handes, my humble knees
To thee, my Harte, shall offer sacrifices
to thee my thoughts, my thoughts, who only sees
To thee, my selfe, my selfe, and all I give,
To thee, I dye, to thee. I onelye [Line?]
[Huns?]

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Docter Latworthes Invocatiõ

Spiritt divine the comon knott whereby The Father and the Sonne do love togither ffor Sonne and Father universallye Are love though love be prop unto neither

Thou that from both proceedest And frò none unequallye [crossed out: but] with like Authoritye As from one Princypall yet from the one princypallye and yet without priority

one, all the first from two the last of thre Sweete brith that joyest every pensive hart Breathed from God, O God breath into mee Skill above Skill and shew me [wyu?] art The last of three & yet all three soe cast That of all three there is no, first nor last,

FINIS

Rise O my soule, with thy desires to heaven and with [deuinest?] contemplations use Thy tyme, where tymes eternitye is given Nor let vayne thoughts, noe more thy thoughts abuse But downe in darknes, let them lye Soe live thy better, let thy worse thoughts dye

And though my soule, inspired with holy flame vewe and reuewe, with most regarfull eye That holy crosse, whence thy salvacion came whereon thy saviour, and thy sinne did dye for in that sacred object is such pleasure That in that saviour is my life and treasure

To thee, O Jesus, I derect myne eyes to thee, my handes, my humble knees To thee, my Harte, shall offer sacrifices to thee my thoughts, my thoughts, who only sees To thee, my selfe, my selfe, and all I give, To thee, I dye, to thee. I onelye [Line?] [Huns?]