O thou that hear`st the Prayers of Thine, And `mongst them hast regarded Mine, Hast heard my cry`s, and seen my Teares; Hast known my doubts and All my ffeares. Thov hast releiv`d my fainting heart, Nor payd me after my desert; Thov hast to shore him safely brovght For whom I thee so oft besovght. Thov wast the Pilott to the ship, And rais`d him vp when he was sick; And hope thov`st given of good successe, In this his Buisnes and Addresse; And that thov wilt return him back, Whose presence I so much doe lack. For All these mercyes I thee Praise, And so desire ev`n all my Dayes.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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