A divine descant full of consolation, Fitting a soul plunged in desolation.  

NO fitter Fountain for my soul to bathe her,  
Then in those drops of grace from God— Our Father  
Nor sweeter solace to her can be given  
Then thoughts lift up to thee— Which art in heaven,  
Such heavenly comforts do my heart inflame  
And cause my tongue sing— Hallowed be thy Name.  
The wicked love the world, earth is their some  
But we do long until— Thy kingdom come.  
For then though earth and earthly things be gone,  
Yet sure we are to see— Thy will be done,  
Which we poor creatures by our sinful birth,  
Are all unable to fulfil— In earth,  
Oh Lord lift up our hearts, lumpish as leaven,  
To do thee homage here,— As it is in heaven.  
And then we will confess, as well we may,  
That 'tis thy goodness to— Give us this day  
The air to breath in, earth whereon to tread  
Cloth for our backs, nay more,— Our daily bread.  
Since in our bodies thou dost thus relieve us,  
Favour our souls (Lord) pardon— And forgive us  
Most hapless else, yea, hopeless were our cases,  
If thou in Christ forgive not— Our trespasses,  
But thy Son's merits do us this hope give,  
That thou wilt pardon us— As we forgive  
Corrupt we are and yet thou not disdayn'st us,  
So make us pardon— Them that trespass against us.  
Oh that our paths were made direct, to tread us  
The way to life, Lord be our guide— And lead us  
Into all heavenly contemplation  
And peace of mind, but— Not into temptation,  
Let not despair, nor yet presumption ever  
Bar up heaven gate against us,— But deliver  
Yea, as our Captain, shield us from the devil,  
So shalt thou keep and save— Us from all evil.  
No strength at all, no fortitude doth come  
But from thee all,— For thine is the kingdom,  
Protect thou us therefore, each day, each hour,  
From dangers here, for thou hast— The power  
Man's life is but a blast, a bloom, a story,  
Lord give us heavens joy,— And the glory,  
Let neither life, nor death, nor any cross dissever  
Us from thy presence, Lord,— For ever and ever.  
To thee, for these, and to no Saint, nor men,  
We come, Lord grant them. So be it.— Amen.