hart, when she begins to tire
2Before her vital spirits doth expire,
3She every way doth roll her weeping eye;
4At last she finds her longed for
eat, if she be but alive,
6It doth her fainting spirit so revive
7That she outruns all that her life pursue.
8Though they their courage and their cries renew,
9Yet she trips on; the hounds their yelping cease,
10And she in those sweet shades doth rest in peace.
11Thus if at any time she be oppressed,
12In her loved dittany, she findeth rest.
13Even so, a soul which is o’erwhelmed with grief
14And in this empty
orb finds no relief,
15Though present sorrows doth her heart oppress
16And future fears afflict her thoughts no less,
17Though her sad soul with suff’rings ’gins to tire,
18Her fainting spirit ready to expire,
19Though she is pursued by her
20Who all her sins in their true colors shows,
21Her soul being filled with horrid, hellish fears,
22Her heart e’en broke with sighs, her eyes with tears,
dissolved, even fainting, then she goes
Him who for her sake his life did lose.
25Then O, my God, though sorrows do
26My sinful soul, though I
to tears dissolve,
27Or though my spirit I
suspire to air,
28Yet let me trust in Thee and not despair;
29And when my sorrows and my sins do cease,
30Let me enjoy Thy everlasting peace.