Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

The Faithfull Souldiour of Christe Desireth Assistance of God against His Ghostly Enemies

XV. John Hall, M.D.

HEREOUT, O Lorde, the right request

Of him, that faine would haue redrest

The wronges that are so sore increst

Within my soule, so sore opprest.

O Lorde, to thee with wofull crye

I call for grace and for mercy;

And if thou helpe not then truly,

In deadly wo remayn must I.

The world, the diuell, death, and hell,

With great assaultes against me swell:

Lorde, let thy grace in me excell

Against their fury fierce and fell.

O Lorde my God, to thee I praye,

Suffer me not to goe astraye,

And haue in mynde the pryce and day

Wherewith thou didste my ransome pay.

Oh haue in mynde thine own great cost,

And let not this thy payne be lost:

In thee, O Lorde, my trust is most

To dwell among thy holy host.

Thou knowst wherin my help doth stand,

Whereuer I be on sea or lande:

Good Lorde, put to thy helping hand,

Saue me from hell, that fierce fyrebrand.