[22 turne _A18_, _B_, _Cy_, _N_, _S_, _TC:_ tune _1633-69_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _S96_ once,] once _1633_] [30 Upon his miserable _1633_, _A18_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_, _TC:_ On his distressed _1635-69_] [40 rusts, _1633_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S96_, _TCD:_ rust, _1635-69_, _A18_, _S_, _TCC_] THE LITANIE. I. _The_ FATHER. Father of Heaven, and him, by whom It, and us for it, and all else, for us Thou madest, and govern'st ever, come And re-create mee, now growne ruinous: My heart is by dejection, clay, 5 And by selfe-murder, red. From this red earth, O Father, purge away All vicious tinctures, that new fashioned I may rise up from death, before I'am dead. II. _The_ SONNE. O Sonne of God, who seeing two things, 10 Sinne, and death crept in, which were never made, By bearing one, tryed'st with what stings The other could thine heritage invade; O be thou nail'd unto my heart, And crucified againe, 15 Part not from it, though it from thee would part, But let it be, by applying so thy paine, Drown'd in thy blood, and in thy passion slaine. III. _The_ HOLY GHOST. O Holy Ghost, whose temple I Am, but of mudde walls, and condensed dust, 20 And being sacrilegiously Halfe wasted with youths fires, of pride and lust, Must with new stormes be weatherbeat; Double in my heart thy flame, Which let devout sad teares intend; and let 25 (Though this glasse lanthorne, flesh, do suffer maime) Fire, Sacrifice, Priest, Altar be the same. IV. _The_ TRINITY. O Blessed glorious Trinity, Bones to Philosophy, but milke to faith, Which, as wise serpents, diversly 30 Most slipperinesse, yet most entanglings hath, As you distinguish'd undistinct By power, love, knowledge bee, Give mee a such selfe different instinct Of these; let all mee elemented bee, 35 Of power, to love, to know, you unnumbred three. V. _The Virgin_ MARY. For that faire blessed Mother-maid, Whose flesh redeem'd us; That she-Cherubin, Which unlock'd Paradise, and made One claime for innocence, and disseiz'd sinne, 40 Whose wombe was a strange heav'n, for there God cloath'd himselfe, and grew, Our zealous thankes wee poure. As her deeds were Our helpes, so are her prayers; nor can she sue In vaine, who hath such titles unto you. 45 VI. _The Angels._