For Deliverance from a feaver.

WHEN Sorrowes had begyrt me rovnd,

WHEN

And Paines within and out,

When in my flesh no part was fovnd,

Then didft thou rid me out.

My burning flesh in sweat did boyle,
My aking head did break;
From fide to fide for eafe I toyle,
So faint I could not speak.

Beclouded was my Soul with fear
Of thy Displeasure fore,

Nor could I read my Evidence
Which oft I read before.

Hide not thy face from me, I cry'd,
From Burnings keep my foul;

Thov know'ft my heart, and haft me try'd;
I on thy Mercyes Rowl.

O, heal my Soul, thov know'ft I faid,
Tho' flesh confume to novght;
What tho' in duft it shall bee lay'd,

To Glory't fhall bee brovght.

Thou heardft, thy rod thou didft remove,

And fpar'd my Body frail,

Thou fhew'ft to me thy tender Love,
My heart no more might quail.

O, Praises to my mighty God,
Praise to my Lord, I fay,

Who hath redeem'd my Soul from pitt:
Praises to him for Aye!

*

ffrom another fore ffitt.

IN my diftreffe I fought the Lord,

When nought on Earth could comfort giue;

And when my Soul these things abhor'd,
Then, Lord, thou faid'ft vnto me, Liue.

Thou knoweft the forrowes that I felt,

My plaints and Groanes were heard of Thee,
And how in fweat I feem'd to melt;
Thov help'ft and thov regardest me.

My wafted flesh thou didst restore,

My feeble loines didft gird with strenght; *

She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.” PROV. XXXI. 17.

Yea, when I was moft low and poor,
I faid I fhall praise thee at lenght.

What fhall I render to my God
For all his Bovnty fhew'd to me,
Even for his mercyes in his rod,
Where pitty most of all I see?

My heart I wholly giue to Thee:
O make it frvitfull, faithfull Lord!
My life shall dedicated bee

To praife in thought, in Deed, in Word.

Thou know'ft no life I did require
Longer then ftill thy Name to praise,
Nor ovght on Earth worthy Defire,
In drawing out these wretched Dayes.

Thy Name and praise to celebrate,
O Lord! for aye is my request.

O, gravnt I doe it in this ftate,

And then with thee which is the Best.

Deliverance from a fitt of ffainting.

WORTHY
HY art Thou, O Lord of praise!

But ah! it's not in me;

My finking heart I pray thee raise,

So fhall I giue it Thee.

My life as Spider's webb's cutt off,
Thvs fainting haue I faid,

And liueing man no more shall fee,
But bee in filence layd.

My feblee Spirit thou didst reviue,
My Doubting thou didst chide,
And tho: as dead mad'ft me aliue,
I here a while might 'bide.

Why should I liue but to thy Praife?
My life is hid with Thee;

O Lord, no longer bee my Dayes,
Then I may frvitfull bee.

Meditations when my Soul hath been refreshed with the Confolations which the world knowes not.

LORD, why should I doubt any more when thov

haft given me fuch affured Pledges of thy Loue? First, thov art my Creator, I thy creature; thov my master, I thy servant. But hence arifes not my comfort: Thov art my ffather, I thy child. Yee fhall [be] my Sons and Daughters, faith the Lord Almighty. Christ is my Brother; I afcend vnto my ffather and your ffather, vnto my God and your God. But least this should not bee enough, thy maker is thy husband. Nay, more, I am a member of his Body; he, my head. Such Priviledges, had not the Word of Truth made them known, who or where is the man that durft in his heart haue prefumed to haue thought it? So wonderfull are thefe thoughts that my fpirit failes in me at the confideration thereof; and I am confovnded to think that God, who hath done fo much for me, fhould haue fo little from me. But this is my comfort, when I come into Heaven, I fhall vnderstand perfectly what he hath done for me, and then fhall I bee able to praise him as I ovght. Lord, haueing this hope, let me purefie myself as thou art Pure, and let me bee no more affraid of Death, but even defire to bee diffolved, and bee with thee, which is beft of All.