By the death of Him who died for all. 2 Hen. VI, a. 1, s. i. Virtuous and holy, chosen from above 1 Hen. VI, a. 5, s. iv. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's son. R. II, a. 2, s. i. His champions are the prophets and apostles; 2 Hen. VI, a. 1, s. iii. That season comes Wherein our SAVIOUR'S birth is celebrated. Ham., a. 1, s. i. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied. 1 Hen. VI, a. 2, s. v. O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of GOD. R. III, a. 3, s. iv. Open Thy gate of mercy, gracious GOD! My soul flies through these wounds to seek out Thee. 3 Hen. VI, a. 1, s. iv. Heaven set ope thy everlasting gates, To entertain my vows of thanks and praise! Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass, 2 Hen. VI, a. 2, s. i. By CHRIST's dear blood, shed for our grievous sins. R. III, a. 1, s. iv. O LORD, that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness. 2 Hen. VI, a. 1, s. i. Help, angels! make assay! Bow, stubborn knees. Ham., a. 3, s. iii. GOD shall be my hope, My stay, my guide and lantern to my feet. 2 Hen. VI, a. 2, s. iii. From the world's thraldom to the joys of heaven. R. III, a. 1, s. iv. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it. 1 Hen. IV, a. 1, s. ii. To sue to live, I find I seek to die; When men are unprepar'd, and look not for it. R. III, a. 3, s. ii. Then thus I turn me from my country's light, R. II, a. 1, s. iii. O LORD, have mercy on us, wretched sinners. My soul shall wait on thee in heaven. K. J., a. 5, s. vii. To GOD, the widow's champion and defence. R. II, a. 1, s. ii. Therefore, friends, As far as to the sepulchre of CHRIST, Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross We are engaged to fight In those holy fields, Over whose acres walked those blessed feet, There's a special Providence in the fall of a sparrow. |