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is the ende of the lawe. So. Thou settest nothynge then by
the other commundenmtes o£ God. Fa. Yes, and that greatly.
For Christ cam nether te 1 destroye, nor yet to disanull the
lawe. but rather so renued it, that nowe it is called a newe
lawe, greatly differynge from that it was before. For whear as
it was wrapped, and entangled with manyfolde outwarde
ceremonies, and sore burthens, it is nowe renued and made
sprituall, and losed from all soche bondage and is in the herte
of man, and not in the elementes oft the worlde. Wherfor as
farforth as the commaunmentes forther and healpe love and
belefe, they are not only written commäundmentes, but the
sprete whyche is in vs, byndeth vs also there vnto and are
fastned bothe to gedder in this say- [Fol. 8 a .] inge, Love thy
neghbour as thi silfe. För he that loveth his neghbour, mat.xxij
hath fulfilled the lawe. To declare therfore howe that I nede
Christ, and howe it is vnpossible with oute hym to beleve in
God. thou shalt vnderstond that I wolde gladly bothe love
God, and my neghbour, with the same love, and acordyngy as
the lawe commaundeth. yet is it a thinge vnpossible for me to
do. Wher-fore I confesse my sylfe a transgressör and breaker
of the lawe, whycli damneth me therfore. For he is acorsed
that fulfilleth not all whatsoever the lawe commaundeth. Yet
when I remember that Christ hath satislied for me, I feale
and perceave in my herte, all thynges to be safe and forgeven.
For in hym and by him, we are set atone with God. And
where as before he was vnto vs a cruell iudge (through the
fulnes of grace and mercy that we have receaved by Christis
bloudde) he is becom oure tender und mercyfull father. Here
mayst thou perceave, howe that withoute Christ, I can nether
beleve nor yet love God as my father, but rather hate hym
and grudge at hym, as at a cruel iudge. For there is no man
but he knowethe that the lawe worketh anger and causeth
hatred. Butt lo Christ maketh intercession for vs. Which Bo. üj.
[Fol. 8 b .]. for my sake becam corsed, that therby I myght
obtayne of God both blyssynge, and all wother goode thynges.
0 a gracious chaunge, and a thynge to be of vs all affectuusly
desyred. And nowe wheare as this tender mercy, and incomparable
1 to.