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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Sonnet

XCII. Patrick Hanay

O FATHER God! who by thy word didst make

The azurd vault and all the host of heauen,

The hils, vales, plaines, fresh streams, and brinie lake,

And vnto each inhabitants hast giuen:

O Word, which, for our sakes, did flesh become,

With sinners, to purge sinne, hadst habitation:

Crimeles accus’d, condemn’d, the crosse thy doome,

Sufferedst death, buriall, rose for our saluation:

O Holy Ghost, which doth from both proceed,

Sweet soule-inspiring spirit with peace and loue,

Comfort to all, cast down for sinfull deed,

Lessening their woes with hopes of heauen aboue:

O Trinall-One, one God and Persons Three,

Reform my waies, and draw me vnto thee.