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 On her Hitjband^s MiJJion to England. t^-i.

Then let thy promis joy his heart: O help, and bee not flack.

��Vphold my heart in Thee, O God, Thou art my ftrenght and ftay;

Thou fee'lt how weak and frail I am, Hide not thy face Away.

I, in obedience to thy Will, Thov knoweft, did fubmitt;

It was my Duty fo to doe, O Lord, accept of it.

Vnthankfullnes for mercyes Paft,

Impute thov not to me; O Lord, thov know'ft my weak defire

Was to fing Praife to Thee.

Lord, bee thov Pilott to the fliip, And fend them profperous gailes;

In ftormes and licknes, Lord, preferve. Thy Goodnes never failes.

Vnto thy work he hath in hand.

Lord, gravnt Thov good Succeffe

And favour in their eyes, to whom

He fhall make his Addreffe.

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