There is none in Heaven, or in Earth that I desire in comparison of thee: In the losse of all, be thou more then all to me: Make haste to succour me, thou that never failest them that put their trust in thee.
Thou seest I have no power to oppose them that come against me, who are encouraged to fight under pretence of fighting for me: But my eies are towards thee.
Thou needest no help, nor shall I, if I may have thine; if not to conquer, yet at least to suffer.
If thou delightest not in my safety, and prosperity, behold here I am willing to be reduced to what thou wilt have me; whose Judgements oft begin with thy own Children.
I am content to be nothing that thou maiest be all.
Thou hast taught me, that no King can be saved by the multitude of an host; but yet Thou canst save me by the multitude of Thy mercies, who art the Lord of Hosts, and the Father of mercies.
Help me, O Lord, who am sore distressed on every side, yet be thou on my side, and I shall not fear what man can do unto me.
I will give thy Justice the glorie of my distress.
I let thy mercie have the glorie of my deliverance from them that persecute my soul:
By my sins have I fought against Thee, and robbed thee of thy glory, who am thy subject; and justly maist thou by my own Subjects, strip me of my strength, and eclipse my glory.