For Deliverance from a feaver

When Sorrowes had begyrt me round,
And Paines within and out,
When in my flesh no part was found,
Then didst thou rid me out.

My burning flesh in sweat did boyle,
My aking head did break;
From side to side for ease I toyle,
So faint I could not speak.

Beclouded was my Soul with fear 
Of thy Displeasure sore,
Nor could I read my Evidence
Which oft I read before.

Hide not thy face from me, I cry’d,
From Burnings keep my soul;
Thou know’st my heart, and hast me try’d; 
I on thy Mercyes Bowl.

O, heal my Soul, thou know’st I said,
Tho’ flesh consume to nought;
What tho’ in dust it shall bee lay’d,
To Glory shall bee brought.

Thou heardst, thy rod thou didst remove, 
And spar’d my Body frail,
Thou shew’st to me thy tender Love,
My heart no more might quail.

0, Praises to my mighty God,
Praise to my Lord, I say,
Who hath redeem’d my Soul from pitt: 
Praises to him for Aye!