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 rarify
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 should’st Thou now annihilate,
21Abrupt
, or consummate
my story 22Oh let it be unto Thy glory.