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Lord why hidest thou thy face from me.

VVhat drowsie weather's this? the angry skies
Doe threaten stormes, and heav'n it selfe denies
Her lovely visage, ah these darkned dayes
Doe make my vitals drowsie, and decayes
My soules delight: good God can I controule
Or drive these pensive humours from my soule?
Ah no I can't my lively spirits keepe,
Such drowsie weather's fit for nought but sleepe.
O thou eternall light that hast the sway
In Ioves broad wals, thou scepter of the day,
Thou heav'ns bright torch, thou glistring worlds bright eye,
Why dost thou hide and so obscurely lye?
Come wrap thy selfe in thy compleate attire,
Shew forth thy glory, make my soule admire
Thy splendor, come and doe no longer stay
But with thy glorious beames bestrow my way,
Extirpe these foggy mists from out mine eyes,
That I may plainly see where heaven lyes.
Then Ile awake, sweete Christ, doe thou display
Thy glittering beames, send out a Summers day,
I'le rub my slumbring eyes, O then I'le roame
A life-time journey from my native home:
The soule will sleepe and can't hold up her eyes
Vntill the sunne of righteousnesse arise.