Mrs. Barbauld.

My soul shall cry to Thee, O Lord!

To Thee supreme incarnate word!

My rock and fortress, shield and friend,

Creator, Saviour, source, and end!

Yea, Thou wilt hear Thy servant’s prayer,

Though death and darkness speak despair.

Bowdler.

Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts,

To Thee let sinners fly,