 The Ballad which Anna Skew made and sang when she was at Newgate, by Anna Skew, read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiori. Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong, which will not fail at need, my foes therefore among, wherewith will I proceed. As it had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest Lord, who so knock, to them thou wilt attend, undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. And thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list, my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist, my ship substantial. Not oft used I to write, and prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight, that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne, where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Absorbed was righteousness, as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus Lord, when thou shalt judge us all. What is it to record, on these men what will fall? Yet Lord I thee desire, for that they do to me, let them not taste the hire of their iniquity. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was at Newgate by Anne Askew read for LibriVox.org by Anna Roberts. Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong, which will not fail at need, my foes therefore among, therewith will I proceed. As it is had in strength, and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part, and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock to them thou wilt attend, undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head, let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite, I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist, my ships substantial. Not oft do you sigh to write, in prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. What was righteousness, as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess, sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me, let them not taste the hire of their iniquity. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The ballad which Anaskew made and sang when she was in Newgate, by Anaskew, read for LibriVox.org, by Carol Struppling. Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield, faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need, my foes, therefore among, their width, will I proceed. As it is had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock to them thou wilt attend, undue therefor the lock and thy strong power send, more enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. On thee my care I cast for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anger to let fall, for every drizzly missed my ship's substantial. Not off use I to write in prose, nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit. But in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Absorpt was righteousness as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me let them not taste the hire of their iniquity. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The ballad, which Anne Askew made, Anne sang when she was at Newgate. By Anne Askew. Read for LibriVox.org by Dailybab. Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong, which will not fail at need. My foes, therefore among, their width will I proceed. As it is had in strength and force of Christ's way, it will prevail at length though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope is me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me off my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock to them thou wilt attend, undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist my ships substantial. Not oft use I to write in prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Absorbed the righteousness as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess sucked up the guiltless blood. Satan thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me, let them not taste the hire of their iniquity. And of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Ballad Which Anna Skew Made and Sang When She Was at Newgate By Anna Skew Read for LibriVox.org By David Lawrence January 19, 2009 In Brampton, Ontario Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world I will fight and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need, my foes therefore among, therewith I will proceed. As it is had in strength and force of Christ's way, it will prevail at length though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock to them, that wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave but fight thou in my stead. On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite, I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall for every drizzling mist. My ship's substantial. Not oft use I to write in prose, nor yet in rhyme, yet I will show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but on her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Absorbed was righteousness, as of the raging flood, Satan in fear success sucked up the guiltless blood. When thought I, Jesus Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, hard it is to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me, let them not taste the hire of their iniquity. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was at Newgate. By Anne Askew. Read for LibriVox.org by Rhonda Fetterman. Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need. My foes therefore among, their width will I proceed. As it had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say, nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou, sayest, Lord, whoso knock to them, thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the luck and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. On thee, my care I cast, for all their cruel spite I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist my ships substantial. Not off I used to write in prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit. But in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Heart was righteousness as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me. Let them not taste the hire of their iniquity. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Ballad Which Anne Askew Made and Sang When She Was at Newgate by Anne Askew Read for LibriVox.org by Scott Miller Saratoga Springs, New York Like as the armed knight appointed to the field With this world I will fight And faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong, which will not fail at need. My foes therefore among, their width will I proceed. As it is had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part, and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock, to them thou wilt attend, undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list, my anchor to let fall. For every drizzling mist, my ships substantial. Not oft use I to write, in prose nor yet in rhyme. Yet will I show one sight, that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne, where justice should have sit. But in her stead was one, of moody cruel wit. Absorbed was righteousness, as of the raging flood. Satan in fierce excess, sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all. Lord is it to record, on these men what will fall. Yet Lord, I the desire, for that they do to me. Let them not taste the hire of their iniquity. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Ballad which Anne Askew made in Sang when she was at Newgate by Anne Askew, read for Librebox.org by Tricia G. Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong, which will not fail at need. My foes therefore among, therewith will I proceed. As it is had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say nay. Faith in the father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no worlds distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part, and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock, to them thou wilt attend, undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. And thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite, I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall for every drizzling mist, my ship's substantial. Not oft use I to write in prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody cruel wit. Absorbed was righteousness as of the raging flood. Satan in fierce excess sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet Lord I thee desire, for that they do to me, let them not taste the hire of their iniquity. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.