Ask For This Great Deliverer Now, And

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

Anger And Just Rebuke, And Judgment Given, That Brought Into This World A World Of Woe, Sin And Her Shadow Death, And Misery, Death's Harbinger.

Hung Over Her Enamour'd, And Beheld Beauty, Which, Whether Waking Or Asleep, Shot Forth Peculiar Graces.

And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me In Soft Lydian Airs, Married To Immortal Verse

Evil Into The Mind Of God Or Man May Come And Go, So Unapproved, And Leave No Spot Or Blame Behind.