An Englishe Jmme Poem by Nicholas Bacon

Lorde for thy grace geven me this daye
With humble thankes I honor thee,
And for my synnes I pardon praye
With harte contryte vppon my knee:
I knowe noe daye shoulde passe me free,
But that I oughte for my releue
Mercye to crave and thankes to geue.

Defende me Lorde by grace this nighte
ffrom all assautes of foe and fende,
And thoughe daye lighte doe fayle my sighte
Yet lighte of grace fayle not my mynde:
And as thou doeste graunte this by kynde,
Soe this to aske with voyce and thoughte
With cappe and knee I knowe I oughte.

Graunte Lorde that as I slepe to wynne
Put of my clothes and all the reste,
Euen soe my mynde vnclothed of synne
Maye reste throughe grace within my breste,
Soe as noe dreame maye fyle my neste:
And thus to thee I mee betake
Bothe when I slepe and when I wake.