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| WITH sobbing voice, with drowned eies, | |
| With ioyned hands raised to the skies, | |
| With humble soule, and bended knee, | |
| I crie, O Lord, I pray to thee. | |
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| As my dym eies a bryney showre | 5 |
| Of teares into my bosome powre, | |
| So I into thy sacred eares | |
| Poure out my heart, vnload my feares. | |
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| Though dangers, me besieging round, | |
| My mazed senses quight confound, | 10 |
| Thou canst giue me a thrid, wherby | |
| I from this labourinth may fly. | |
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| My harmeles feete can walke no way, | |
| But priuy snares my foes fore-lay: | |
| And looking round about for aid, | 15 |
| My frends to know me are afraid. | |
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| No humane succour now is left | |
| To me, of help and hope bereft: | |
| My life is sought by many a one, | |
| But, ah! protected is by none. | 20 |
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| To thee, O Lord, my cries I send, | |
| My certaine hope, my surest frend; | |
| I haue, in this false worlde’s wide scope, | |
| None other helpe, none other hope. | |
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| Oh heare my cries; for faint I grow, | 25 |
| Opprest with endles waight of woe: | |
| Me from my persecutors free, | |
| Too great, too strong, for poore weake me. | |
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| Bring me from out this hell-black caue, | |
| My prison, nay, my liuing graue; | 30 |
| Whose rocks and rocky-hearted foes | |
| My flight on euery side enclose. | |
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| So shall my thankful mouth alwaies | |
| Powre fourth a fountaine of thy praise; | |
| And this thine aid shall teach the just | 35 |
| On thee, their rock, to build their trust. | |
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