Second PART

Zeal, for the Honour of thy House, Hath quite consumed me; On me hath fallen the Reproach, Which they have aim'd at Thee. When I, with Fasts, my Soul chastis'd, Before Thee wept, and mourn'd; My many Tears, and Abstinence, To my Reproach they turn'd. I Sackcloth made my Robes; for this I was their Proverb long. The Judges me revil'd, and I Was made the Drunkard's Song. But, Lord, in an accepted Time, To Thee, I made my Pray'r; O God, in thy Salvation's Truth, And many Mercies hear. Deliver me out of the Mire, Let it not prove my Grave; From all my Haters rescue me, And from deep Waters save. Nor Floods to overflow, nor Deeps To swallow me, permit; Nor let the Mouth, upon me close, Of the voracious Pit. Thy Loving-kindness doth excel, Hear then, O Lord, my Pray'r; O turn to me, as manifold Thy tender Mercies are. Hide not thy Face, for I'm distress'd; But speedily me hear. And to redeem me from my Foes, Unto my Soul draw near.