XXIV.

That wee may change to evennesse This intermitting aguish Pietie; That snatching cramps of wickednesse 210 And Apoplexies of fast sin, may die; That musique of thy promises, Not threats in Thunder may Awaken us to our just offices; What in thy booke, thou dost, or creatures say, 215 That we may heare, Lord heare us, when wee pray.