Reliquiae Wottonianae, or, A collection of lives, letters, poems with characters of sundry personages : and other incomparable pieces of language and art : also additional letters to several persons, not before printed / by the curious pencil of the ever memorable Sir Henry Wottan ...

A Hymn to my God in a Night of my late Sickness.

OH thou great Power, in whom I move, For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of love, Whilst on this couch of tears I lie; And cleanse my sordid soul within, By thy Christs Blood, the Bath of Sin.

No hallowed Oyls, no grains I need, No rags of Saints, no purging fire, One rosie drop from David's Seed, Was worlds of Seas to quench thine Ire. O precious Ransome! which once paid, That Consummatum est was said:

And said by him, that said no more, But seal'd it with his sacred Breath. Thou then that hast dispung'd my Score, And dying wast the death of Death, Be to me now, on thee I call, My Life, my Strength, my Joy, my All.

H. WOTTON.