O God, whose forces far extend,
Who creatures which from waters spring
Back to the flood dost partly send,
And up to th' air dost partly bring;

Some in the waters deeply div'd,
Some playing in the heavens above,
That natures from one stock deriv'd
May thus to several dwellings move;

Upon thy servants grace bestow,
Whose souls thy bloody waters clear,
That they no sinful falls may know,
Nor heavy grief of death may bear;

That sin no soul opprest may thrall,
That none be lifted high with pride,
That minds cast downward do not fall,
Nor raised up may backward slide.

Dear Father, grant what we intreat,
And only Son who like power hast,
Together with the Paraclete,
Reigning whilst times and ages last.