Charm Against Robbers

I conjure him in the name of the Father, and Son and Holy
In Him is virtue of the most!
In the beginning & in the ending,
And in the virtue of all things
Is, & was, & ever shall be--
In the virtue of the Holy Trinity--
By the virtue of every mass,
That ever was said, more & less--
In the virtue of herb, grass, stone, & tree--
And in all the virtue that ever may be:
If here come any thief
Me to rob, or me to cheat;
They stand still as any stone,
They have no power away to go,
By the virtue of the Holy Trinity,
Till they have leave from me.
Lord Jesus, grant me this,
Just as you are in heavenly bliss.

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