Author of light reuiue my dying spright
Redeeme it from the snares of all-confounding night
Lord light me to thy blessed way
For blinde for blinde with worldly vaine desires I wonder as a stray
Sunne and Moone Starres and underlights I see
But all their glorious beames are mists and darkness being
Compar'd to thee
Fountaine of health my soules deep wounds recure
Sweet showres of pitty rain wash my uncleanness pure
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint the faint and fading hart can raise and in ioyes bosome
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Sinne and Death Hell and tempting Fiends may rage
But God his owne will guard and their sharp paines and
Grief in time asswage
