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As I can neither ſay nor ſing,
nor meditate, nor read:
Nor do ought elſe that might aſſwage,
hearts pangs in ſuch a Caſe:
But ſigh and droop, and hand my Head,
long looking for his Grace.
Utt'ring but broken Words or none,
perplext with thoughts confus'd;
Suggeſtions whiſper all the while,
as if I were refus'd.
Yet ſtill his gracious Hand doth me	John 5. 14.
ſupport with ſecret Strength,
And makes me in theſe deeps not drawn	Iſa. 23. 2.
but brings me through at length.
Mean time he keeps my ſcattred Words,	Pſal. 56. 8.
and failing thoſe my Tears:
In Books and Bottles, and takes courſe
to rid me out of fears.
And ſailing both my Words and Tears,
he marks each woful Groan:
And ſailing thoſe my Sighs, and all
the Parcels of my Moan.
Yea when I ſit aſtoniſhed,	Pſal. 120. 2.
my lifted Hands and Looks
Speaks all my mind to him, as if
it written were in Books.
For he doth ſearch the Heart and know
what is the Spirits mind:
And as its ſit gives anſwer to
need's cry in every kind.
And look how ſharp theſe Tryals are,
their Fruit is far more ſweet:
His Countenance compenſeth all,	Rom. 8. 17.
with one blink when we meet.	Pſal. 20. 5.