My Lord my God in all distresse my hope is all in thee: Then let no shame my soule oppresse, nor one take hold on mee. As thou art just, defend me Lord, and rid me out of dread: Give eare and to my sute accord, and send me helpe at need.
My Lord my God in all distresse my hope is all in thee: Then let no shame my soule oppresse, nor one take hold on mee. As thou art just, defend me Lord, and rid me out of dread: Give eare and to my sute accord, and send me helpe at need.