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

Place 10

Sinne and Death Hell and tempting Fiends may rage

But God his owne will guard and their sharp paines and

Grief in time asswage