Unto Thee Oppressed Thou great Commander of heavën Hev'nly God attending, lift I my earthy seing Right as a Waiters eye on gracefull Master is holden As the look of Waitresse fixt on a lady lyeth So with erected face untill by thy mercy releived O Lord expecting begg wee thy friendly favour Scorn of proud Scorners, reproach of mighty reproachers Our Sprits cleane ruined fills with an inly dolour. Then friend us, favour us Lord then with mercy releive us Whose scornfull misery greatly Thy mercy needeth. |