Eikon Basilike: The Pourtracture of His Sacred Majestie, in His Solitudes and SufferingsCharles I, King of England
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Eikon Basilike: The Pourtracture of His Sacred Majestie, in His Solitudes and Sufferings
Charles I, King of England
Charles I, King of England, 1600-1649 -- Early works to 1800; Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649
_Though they think my Kingdoms on earth too little to entertain at
once both them and me; yet let the capacious Kingdom of thy infinite
mercy at last receive both me and my enemies._
_When being reconciled to thee in the bloud of the same Redeemer, wee
shall live far above these ambitious desires, which beget such mortall
enmities._
_When their hands shall be heaviest and cruellest upon me, O let me
fall into the arms of thy tender and eternall mercies._
_That what is cut off of my life in this miserable moment, may be
repaied in thy ever blessed Eternity._
_Lord, let thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy
salvation._
Vota dabunt, quæ Bella negârunt.
_FINIS._
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A
PERFECT COPY OF
PRAYERS,
Used by His
MAJESTIE
in the time of His
_SUFFERINGS_.
_Delivered to Dr._ Juxon _Bishop of_
London _immediately before his Death_.
And his Speeches to the Lady _Elizabeth_ and
the Duke of _Glocester_.
With
His _Reasons_ against the pretended Jurisdiction
of the High Court of Justice; intended to
be delivered, Munday 22 of _Janu_.
1648.
Also
A Copy of a LETTER from the
_PRINCE_.
[Illustration]
Printed _Anno Domini_ 1649.
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[Illustration]
_A PRAYER in time of Captivitie._
O Powerfull and Eternall God! to whom nothing is so great, that it may
resist; or so small, that it is contemned; look upon my miserie with
thine eye of mercy, and let Thine infinite power vouchsafe to limit
out some proportion of deliverance unto me, as to Thee shall seem
most convenient; let not Injurie, O Lord, triumph over me; and let my
faults by thy hand be corrected; and make not my unjust Enemies the
ministers of thy Justice: But yet my God, if in thy Wisdom this be
the aptest chastisement for my unexcusable transgressions; if this
ingratefull bondage be fittest for my over-high deserts; if the pride
of my (not enough humble) heart be thus to be broken, O Lord, I yeeld
unto thy will, and cheerfully embrace what sorrow thou wilt have me
suffer: Onely thus much let me crave of thee, (let my craving, O
Lord, be accepted of, since it even proceeds from thee) That by
thy Goodnesse, which is thy Self, thou wilt suffer some beam of
thy Majestie so to shine in my minde, that I, who in my greatest
Afflictions acknowledge it my noblest Title to be thy Creature, may
still depend confidently on Thee. Let Calamity be the exercise, but
not the overthrow of my Vertue. O let not their prevailing power be to
my destruction. And if it be thy will that they more and more vex me
with punishment; yet O Lord, never let their wickednesse have such a
hand, but that I may still carry a pure mind, and stedfast resolution
ever to serve thee without fear or presumption; yet with that humble
Confidence which may best please thee; so that at the last I may
come to thy eternall Kingdom through the merits of thy Son our alone
Saviour, Jesus Christ. _Amen_.
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