The seauenth depth.
1
The crovvne is gone from vs,
And all the rule is fled,
What shall vve doe o lord our god
Our sinne hath struck vs dead.
2
For sinne our hart is faynt,
For sinne our eies are dymme,
For sinne our foes doe vvarre on vs,
And rend vs limbe, by limbe.
3
Our hills, and dales are vvaste
The foxe doe roome, & range,
These things to see our harts doe bleed,
To vs it is most strange.
4
Yet lord thou art for aye,
Thy throne is sett full sure
Thou canst vs helpe, vvhen hope is gone
O lord novve doe vs cure.
5
Why then dost hide thy face?
And vvilt not on vs looke
Thou vvilt at last thy grace vs giue
That is vvrote in thy booke.
6
Turne to vs lord vve praye,
And then vve shall see grace,
O giue to vs the daies of old,
Thy name sett in this place.
7
What shall thy vvrath like fire
Still last, and burne, & kill
O cease svveet lord vve doe thee pray
So shalt thou find noe ill.