O! Righteous Lord,* 1.1 thou holdest mine eyes waking, and in the Night Season I take no rest. I seek sweet Sleep to ease my pains, and to recruit my Spirits: I seek it ear∣nestly, but I can not find it; and if I seem to have it fast,† 1.2 it suddenly breaks from me.
But, O! Merciful God, let it not always flee away, but let my weari∣ed eyes at length lay hold of it, and make* 1.3 my sleep sweet unto me. Con∣sider my weariness, which calls aloud for rest; and my weakness, which greatly needs refreshment. And give my labouring Spirits ease, that restless agitations, or incessant pains, may not always keep me a∣wake.
Or if my Spirits must not be allu∣red by ease into sound sleep, or at least into soft Slumbers; let them however be born down into it by the weight of my Sorrows and their