XXVIII. Francis Kinwelmersh

COME, Holy Ghost, Eternall God,

And ease the wofull greefe,

That through the heapes of heauy sinne

Can noewhere find releefe:

Do thou, O God, redresse

The great distresse

Of sinfull heauiness.

Come, comfort the afflicted thoughtes

Of my consumed heart:

O rid the pearcing pricking paines

Of my tormenting smart.

O Holy Ghost, graunt me

That I by thee

From sinne may purged be.

Thou art my God: to thee alone

I will commend my cause:

Nor glittering golde, nor precious stone,

Shall make me leaue thy lawes.

O teach me then the way

Whereby I may

Make thee my onely stay.

My lippes, my tung, my heart, and all,

Shall spread thy mightie name:

My voice shall neuer cease to sound

The praises of the same.

Yea, euerie liuing thing

Shall sweetly sing

To thee, O heauenlie King.