W H en I looke vp and see the Heau'nly Spheares
roule on my Time , and my Lifes Line therin,
Thus say I to my Soule; Voine Soule thy yeares
are nothing, sith thou nothing dost but sinne?

Yet art thou made eternall (like thy Sire )
and all conceiu'st (like him) beneath the Sunne ,
Th' art in my Whole and Parts (like him) intire;
and hast (like him) right Reason Ill to shunne!

And yet ├┤ yet, thou dost, but Ill withall;
for all that good thou turn'st to Euill still:
Who, through Infirmitie , to Sinne dost fall,
when thou stand'st highest in grace of Pow'rs goodwill

Then Lord of Pow'r and Grace , with both so arme
my falling Soule , that she thereby may stand
Against th Assaults of all that would her harme:
for she can foile but with thy Forces Band.

Great Lord of Hosles, Ichouah , God of Pow'r ,
then leaue me not alone among my Foes;
But strengthen me from thy Strengths trusty Towr
that I, by Thee , may cuer vanquish those.

The Flesh , the World , the Diuell , with their Bands
of strong as fraudfull Foes, me still assaile;
While all my Pow'r lyes onely in thy Hands ,
which when I hold, I foile; with held, I faile!

If then thou wouldst I still should Victor be,
giue me those helps that in thy hand still lye:
Flesh fights not with itself; but thou in me
canst foile it quite, and make it Mercy cry.

The World doth loue itselfe (and, so, her Owne)
too well t'endamage eyther; and doth charge
Too strongly on me to be ouerthrowne
by my small pow'r, if thou it not enlarge.

And Sathan , in himselfe, is not diuided
though in himselfe, still turbulent he be:
He is too crafty, strong, and well prouided,
for me t'encounter if thou help not me.

Then ├┤ eftsoones (againe, and still againe)
I thine assistance humbly doe inuoke;
That so I may still vanquish , so, still raigne
o'er these our Foes that euer vs prouoke

So will I yeeld the glary vnto Thee,
That foilst such strength by Weaknesse , that's by me!