Let me remain no longer desolate.
Am I not dear and precious in thy sight?
My sad Complaint do thou nor therefore slight;
But let thy Bowels now towards me move,
For sure I am thou dost me dearly love;
Thou hast redeemed me with thy precious Blood,
And nothing thou hast thought fo• me too good.
Lord, though I sinned have, do thou forgive,
And let my Children dear in concord live:
Teach them all truly to know thee, O Lord,
And worship thee in peace, with one accord.
Let not the wicked of me make a spoil▪
Who Thee abhor, and Me esteem most vile.
Thou dost cast down, and raise up; wound and cure;
And nothing is to hard for thee, I'm sure.
⟨p. 13⟩Thou knowest my grief, there's nothing hid from thee
Arise, O Lord, for to deliver me.
Long time between the Serpent vile and me,
Thou knowest there has been bitter Enmity;
Above five thousand years he hath bruised my Heel,
And I this day that grievous sore do feel:
Thou hast declared, O Lord, my Seed shall break
His cursed Head; for thou wilt Vengeance take
On this vile Serpent, and his cursed Seed,
Which first did wound my Heel, and made it bleed.
But when, O Lord? Is not the time yet come,
That thou wilt put an end to his Kingdom?
In Achor's Valley open thou a Door,
And make me sing, as once I did before.
O do thou break the bonds of my distress,
And bring me, Lord, out of this Wilderness:
Let me break forth, like to the Sun most bright,
And as an Army terrible in fight.
O take away the Veil that covers me,
And these thick Clouds, that I may clearly see
What is thy mind in this thy Dispensation,
And know the work of th•s my Generation.
It's time for thee, O Lord to plead my Cause,
For wicked men make void thy Righteous Laws.
Obedience to their Law, they say is Reason;
Thine to obey, they make as bad as Treason.
Lord where thou sittest, thou dost see and hear
That in their shame they glory without fear:
Thy fearful Judgements they do not regard,
But sin the more, their Hearts are grown so hard.
Judgements deferred, in sin doth make them bold,
Scorning in their vile course to be controlled;
As if thy dreadful hand their Lives did spare,
To sin against thee without fear or care;
Saying within thei• hearts, We a•e past by,
To serve our Lusts, in all Iniquity.
⟨p. 14⟩Thinking that God who doth forbear to strike,
Of them and their debauched ways doth like:
Or else as if some interposing Cloud
From Gods all-searching-Eye could be a shroud:
Let me remain no longer desolate.
Am I not dear and precious in thy sight?
My sad Complaint do thou nor therefore slight;
But let thy Bowels now towards me move,
For sure I am thou dost me dearly love;
Thou hast redeem'd me with thy precious Blood,
And nothing thou hast thought fo• me too good.
Lord, though I sinned have, do thou forgive,
And let my Children dear in concord live:
Teach them all truly to know thee, O Lord,
And worship thee in peace, with one accord.
Let not the wicked of me make a spoil▪
Who Thee abhor, and Me esteem most vile.
Thou dost cast down, and raise up; wound and cure;
And nothing is to hard for thee, I'm sure.
⟨p. 13⟩Thou knowst my grief, there's nothing hid from thee
Arise, O Lord, for to deliver me.
Long time between the Serpent vile and me,
Thou know'st there has been bitter Enmity;
Above five thousand years h'hath bruis'd my Heel,
And I this day that grievous sore do feel:
Thou hast declar'd, O Lord, my Seed shall break
His cursed Head; for thou wilt Vengance take
On this vile Serpent, and his cursed Seed,
Which first did wound my Heel, and made it bleed.
But when, O Lord? Is not the time yet come,
That thou wilt put an end to his Kingdom?
In Achor's Valley open thou a Door,
And make me sing, as once I did before.
O do thou break the bonds of my distress,
And bring me, Lord, out of this Wilderness:
Let me break forth, like to the Sun most bright,
And as an Army terrible in fight.
O take away the Vail that covers me,
And these thick Clouds, that I may clearly see
What is thy mind in this thy Dispensation,
And know the work of th•s my Generation.
It's time for thee, O Lord to plead my Cause,
For wicked men make void thy Righteous Laws.
Obedience to their Law, they say is Reason;
Thine to obey, they make as bad as Treason.
Lord where thou sittest, thou dost see and hear
That in their shame they glory without fear:
Thy fearful Judgements they do not regard,
But sin the more, their Hearts are grown so hard.
Judgements deferr'd, in sin doth make them bold,
Scorning in their vile course to be control'd;
As if thy dreadful hand their Lives did spare,
To sin against thee without fear or care;
Saying within thei• hearts, We a•e past by,
To serve our Lusts, in all Iniquity.
⟨p. 14⟩Thinking that God who doth forbear to strike,
Of them and their debauched ways doth like:
Or else as if some interposing Cloud
From Gods all-searching-Eye could be a shrou•:
