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A Prayer for Hope.
O Lord God my earnest expectation and my hope, my fortresse hel∣per and deliverer; though my numberlesse sinnes have deserved thy wrath, so that thou maist justly cast me off into hopelesse despaire and finall destruction, yet look upon me in mercy through thy Christ, in whom thou hast commanded me to beleeve, and promised remission of my sinnes and eternall life: for his sake assure me thereof, that there may be hope in my end. Though thou now fill my wounded spirit with bitter∣nesse, removing me from peace and comfort, so that forgetting prosperity, I goe mourning all the day long: though thou humblest my dejected soule with grievous weights of sorrowes, and makest my eyes fountains of teares, driving me to solitude and silence with them that mourne in Zi∣on yet art thou good to them that waite for thee, and to the soule that seeketh thee. thy mercies are renewed every morning, thy compassions ••aile not. thou hast opened unto me the riches of thy mercies in Christ, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 caused me to trust in thee, thou hast, according to thine abundant 〈◊〉〈◊〉, begotten me againe to a lively hope, by the resurrection of Christ ••om the dead, of an inheritance incorruptible; therefore my soule hath ••id, thou art my portion, therefore will I trust in thee. Truth it is, ô Lord, that the hopes of the hills are vaine, so is all confidence in man: unhappy is that hope which is not in thee: but, in spight of Satans ma∣lice, blessed must he be, whose hope thou art: he shall be like a tree planted by the waters of life, which cannot faile, because thou canst not deceive trust: ô God of all consolation, therefore now at last speake peace to my afflicted soule, let me not be disappointed of my hope: though thou please to weane me from the love of an unkind and trustlesse World, by permitting me to such griefe and sorrow, yet (seeing thou art my trust, from my youth) let me not be ashamed of my confidence: let thy mercy be still my hope, and thy grace my strength: amidst all the stormes, and sur∣ges of afflictions, fasten my soules Anchor on the land of the living, my rock who is entred within the vaile, to make requests for me. give me patience to beare untill the time of comfort and refreshing shall come from thy gracious presence: give me the helmet of salvation, assurance of all that which thou hast promised in thy word, and layed up for me in heaven, let the experience of thy former goodnesse in many deliverances, give me a doore of hope for the future, that I may more and more trust in