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When feares and sorrowes me besett, Then did'st thou rid me out; When heart did faint and spirits quail, Thou comforts me about. Thou rais'st him vp I feard to loose, Regau'st me him again: Distempers thou didst chase away; With strenght didst him sustain. My thankfull heart, with Pen record The Goodnes of thy God; Let thy obedience testefye He taught thee by his rod. And with his staffe did thee support, That thou by both may'st learn; And 'twixt the good and evill way, At last, thou mig'st discern. Praises to him who hath not left My Soul as destitute; Nor turnd his ear away from me, But graunted hath my Suit.