In terrors trapp'd

In terrors trapp'd with thraldom thrust,

There thorny thoughts to taste and try;

In conscience clear from cause unjust

With trickling tears did call and cry:

And said, "O God, art thou not he

That canst and wilt deliver me",

Thus trembling there with tears I trod,

To totter tied in truth's defence:

With sighs and sobs I said, "O God,

Let right not have this recommpense:

Lest that my foes might laugh to see

That thou wouldst not deliver me",

Then comfort came with cloths of joy,

Whose seams were faithful steadfastness;

And did bedeck that naked boy,

Which erst was full of wretchedness:

And said, "Be glad! for God is he

That shortly will deliver thee".