His blessing, unto those that mourne and grieve;

And, that, though sorrow much dejects their head,

In ev'ry need, wee shall be comforted.

This promise I beleeve; in ev'ry griefe,

Performe it, Lord, and helpe my unbeliefe:

So, others viewing how thou cheerest mee,

Shall, in all sorrows, put their trust in thee.


For whatsoever, Man doth strive,
The Conquest, God alone, doth give.