In terrors trapp'd with thraldom thrust,
There thorny thoughts to taste and try;
In conscience clear from cause unjust
With trickling tears did call and cry:
And said, "O God, art thou not he
That canst and wilt deliver me",

Thus trembling there with tears I trod,
To totter tied in truth's defence:
With sighs and sobs I said, "O God,
Let right not have this recommpense:
Lest that my foes might laugh to see
That thou wouldst not deliver me",

Then comfort came with cloths of joy,
Whose seams were faithful steadfastness;
And did bedeck that naked boy,
Which erst was full of wretchedness:
And said, "Be glad! for God is he
That shortly will deliver thee".