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Docter Latworthes Invocatiõ

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

Thou that from both proceedest And from 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 ioyest every pensive hart Breathed from God, O God breath into mee Skill above Skill and shew me wt yu [what you] art The last of three & yet all three soe cast That of all three there is no, first nor last,

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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 thou my soule, inspired with holy flame vewe and revewe, with most regardfull 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, [inserted in another hand: to thee], my humble knees To thee, my Harte, shall offer sacrifies 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 Live

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