Heare us, O heare us Lord; to thee A sinner is more musique, when he prayes, Then spheares, or Angels praises bee, In Panegyrique Allelujaes; Heare us, for till thou heare us, Lord We know not what to say; Thine eare to'our sighes, teares, thoughts gives voice and word. O Thou who Satan heard'st in Jobs sicke day, Heare thy selfe now, for thou in us dost pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MONK IN THE KITCHEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR KEEPING ENDLESS HOLIDAY by TITUS PETRONIUS NIGER ADVENTURE ON THE WINGS OF MORNING by RACHEL ALBRIGHT THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 3 by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 31. IN TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RESENTIENTS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |