Ime Pleasd that Heaven hears my cry, <br />Regards me when I pray, <br />Ime pleasd, & in a gratefull Joy, <br />Will worship every day. <br />God heard my voice, & I escapd, <br />Tho death had spread his snare, <br />Tho hell with horrid pleasure gapd <br />to be my sepulchre. <br />& when with troubles Ime besett <br />again Ile call on thee, <br />Ah help the wretch that cry's for aid, <br />My God deliver me. <br />How Just how gratious is the Lord, <br />How mercyfull is he? <br />He to the simple help affords, <br />Yes, he has succourd me. <br />Then rest my soul secure from fear, <br />Since he so kind has been, <br />Since he has kept my eyes from tears, <br />My sliding feet from sin. <br />Tis he who keeps me living still, <br />& when sore vext I cryd; <br />Since mankind is as weak as ill, <br />In him I must confide. <br />How shall I then the God reward <br />Who did my all bestow? <br />To pray, & thank, & praise thee Lord, <br />Is all that I can do. <br />In publick will I pay my vows, <br />& tell thy mercy's ore, <br />Tell how our lives are precious <br />to thee, whom we adore. <br />Behold me Lord, for I am thine, <br />My parents so have been; <br />Behold me Lord, for thou art mine, <br />By thee I'me freed from sin. <br />Then all shall hear my ready tongue, <br />Extoll thy name on high, <br />That all by my example won, <br />May praise as well as I.<br /><br />Thomas Parnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ps-116/
