O Father God ! who by thy word didst make
The azurd vault and all the host of heauen,
The hils, vales, plaines, fresh streams, and brinie lake,
And vnto each inhabitants hast giuen :
O Word, which, for our sakes, did flesh become,
With sinners, to purge sinne, hadst habitation :
Crimeles accus'd, conclemnd, the crosse thy doome,
Sufferedst death, buriall, rose for our saluation :
O Holy Ghost, which doth from both proceed,
Sweet soule-inspiring spirit with peace and loue,
Comfort to all, cast down for sinfull deed,
Lessening their woes with hopes of heauen aboue :
O Trinall-One? one God and Persons Three,
Reform my waies, and draw me vnto thee.