I. When the Soul feels it self opprest with Bo∣dily Labour, or Calamity.
I Come unto thee weary and heavy laden, Blessed Iesu; do thou refresh me with thy Mercies. O give me thy Rest.
Help me, O God my Saviour: and for the glory of thy Name, deliver me.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak: O Lord, heal me, for I am sore vexed.
Shall the needy alway be forgotten, O Lord: or the expectation of the poor perish for evermore?
Arise, O Lord God, and lift up thine hand: forget not the poor.
Thou, Dear Iesu, art the helper of the afflicted and the friendless: And unto thee therefore doth the poor commit himself.
Thou hearest the desire of the poor: thou preparest his heart, and thine ear hearkens thereto.