Another of the same.
[Lord God, my healper! day & night]
[1]
Lord God, my healper! day & night,
To thee my moanings are:
Admit my suites vnto thy sight,
And, my complainings hear.
For, in my soul, great sorrowes be,
My life drawes nigh the grave,
As one inter'd, they count of mee,
And, litle strength I have.
2
As hee, that's dead, & buried long,
Death's free-man I became;
As one, out of thy presence flung,
I quite forgotten am.
Thou laidst mee in the lowest ward,
Where darksome Dungeons are:
On mee thine Anger presseth hard;
And, all thy stormes I bear.
3
Thou hast my freinds fro me restraind,
My Lovers, mee despize;
I, fast in prison am detain'd
And, sorrow dimms mine eyes.
Oh Lord! all day to thee I sue,
My hands, I meekly raise:
Thy wonders, cann men buried shewe?
Or, wake to sing thy praise?
4
Lord, cann the grave thy Love expresse?
Thy Faith, cann ruines teach?
Thy wonders, or thy righteousnes,
Cann dumb Oblivion preach?
Betimes, oh Lord, I will erect,
My suites & cries to thee;
Why shouldst thou then, my soul reject,
And, hide thy face fro mee?
5
My soul is pain'd ev'n to the death;
And all my life I bear,
The heavy burthens of thy wrath,
Thy terrors, & thy fear.
They clos'd mee round, like waters deep,
Where, whilst begirt I lay
Fro me, my Lovers thou didst keep,
And hidst my freinds away.
