1In sighs and tears there is no end;
2My soul, on heaven alone depend.
3Sighs like the air doth clouds condense
, 4Which tears from our sad eyes dispense.
5Trust me, in sighs there is no ease:
6No more than wind doth calm the seas;
7And tears (ah me) descend in vain;
8To sighs they rarefy
again. 9In this sad circle I run round,
10Till giddily I tumble down;
11But should poor I suspire
to air, 12I know the sad fruits of despair.
13Or should I into tears dissolve
14What horror would my soul involve
. 15Then, gracious God, in Thee I’ll trust,
16Although Thou crumble me to dust
. 17No grief shall so emergent
be 18To separate my soul from Thee.
19Of nothing Thou didst me create
, 20And shouldst Thou now annihilate,
21Abrupt
, or consummate
my story
, 22O, let it be unto Thy glory.