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〈♫〉〈♫〉 WIth ready joy O let me, Lord, a∣gree To be orecome when thou wilt have it so: Instruct me in the noblest victory, By patience to subdue my self and Foe; Conquests, like Christ's, a Christian King best shew. Mould us to piety betwixt thy hands; Prest by thy
〈♫〉〈♫〉 left, supported by thy right. Pardon the pride of our successfull Bands, And the repinings of our luckless fight; When (trusting in our own) denied thy Might. When we are ought or nothing, be thou all; That thy wide glories the whole world may fill, Or in our conquest or inglorious fall. Thou know'st with what regret I suffer ill, From those whose good's the scope
〈♫〉〈♫〉 of all my will. The ills they force me to inflict, I bear; And in their punishments, my own embrace. Victor or vanquish'd, since a double share Of certain suffering doth my hope dis∣place, Grant me a double portion of thy grace.