Church of Scotland; Knox, John, approximately 1514-1572; Reformation -- Scotland; Theology -- Early works to 1800
[187] The Treaty of Peace thus concluded and signed, peace was
proclaimed, as above, on the 8th of July; and Parliament was assembled
on the 10th of that month, to adjourn, as had been determined, until
the first of August. The 10th of July occurs also in the Acts printed
immediately after the Confession; but both here, and at page 76, Knox
specifies the 20th of that month. The solemn public thanksgiving held
in St. Giles's Church, on the 19th July, was undoubtedly conducted by
Knox himself, although he withholds his own name, in the above
narrative.
THANKIS GEVING FOR OUR DELYVERANCE, WITH PRAYERIS.
O Eternall and Everlasting God, Father of oure Lord Jesus
Chryst, quha hes nocht onlie commandit us to pray, and
promeisit to heir us, but alsua willis us to magnifie thy
mercies, and to glorifie thy name quhen thou schawis thy
self pitiefull and favorabill unto us, especiallie quhen
thow delyveris us frome disperatt daingearis: ffor sa did
thy servantis Abraham, David, Jehosaphatt, and Ezekias; yea,
the haill pepill of Israell omittit nott the same, quhen
thow by thy mychtie hand did confound thair ennemeis, and
deliver thame frome feir and daingear of death intentit. We
aucht not, nor can not forgett, O Lord, in how miserabill
estait stude this poore countrey, and we the just
inhabitants of the same, not many dayis past, quhen
idolatrie was menteynit, quhen creuell straingearis did
impyre, quhen virgennis war deflorit, matronis corruptit,
mennis wyfeis violentlie and vylanouslie oppressit, the blud
of innocentis sched without mercie; and finallie, quhen the
unjust commandementis of proud tyrannis war obeyit as ane
law. Out of thir miseries, O Lord, could nather our witt,
policey, nor strength delyver us; yea did schaw unto us how
vayne was the help of man, quhair thy blessing gevis not
victorie. In thir our anguischeis, O Lord, we suitit[188]
unto thee, we cryit for thy help, and we reclameit[189] thy
name, as thy trubillit flock, persecutit for thy treuth
saik. Mercifullie hes thow hard us, O Lord, mercifullie, we
say, becaus that neither in us, neither yitt in our
confederatis was thair any caus quhy thou souldest have
gevin unto us sa joyfull and suddane a delyverance: for
neither of us bayth ceassit to do wickitlie, evin in the
myddis of oure greitest trubillis. And yitt hes thow lukit
upoun us sa pitifullie as that we haid gevin unto thee maist
perfyte obedience, for thou hes disapoyntit the counsals of
the crafty, thow hes brydillit the rage of the crewell; and
thow hes of thy mercie sett this oure perisching Realme at
ane reasonabill libertie. Oh, gif us hartis (thou, Lord,
that onlie gifis all guid gyft,) with reverence and feir, to
meditat thy wondrouse warkis lait wrocht in oure eyes. Let
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