XVII. To Mr. John Hilton, B. M.
My
Soul In misery he heard he heard thy cry
My
Soul In misery he heard he heard thy cry, to him thy
Prayers thy Prayers direct. Sorrows of Death my Soul assail'd, the greedy
jaws of Hell of Hell prevail'd. Deprest deprest with grief, when all relief and
humane pity fail'd; O from the Grave thy Servant thy
Servant save; for mercy lives in thee. The Innocent and long distrest; the
humble mind by wrongs opprest; thy favour still preserves from ill. My Soul then take then take thy rest.
George Sandys.