Heare us, O heare us Lord; to thee A sinner is more musique, when he prayes, Then spheares, or Angels praises bee, In Panegyrique Allelujaes; Heare us, for till thou heare us, Lord We know not what to say; Thine eare to'our sighes, teares, thoughts gives voice and word. O Thou who Satan heard'st in Jobs sicke day, Heare thy selfe now, for thou in us dost pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TO ATHENA by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE MAY DAY by ADELAIDE A. ANDREWS THE REED by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN |