Afflictions comp. to Floods

ONe grief, and then another doth
Like Clouds their Waters pour;
The Floods of cursed evil Men
Do threaten to devour

Thy People all: O Lord, look down!
Rebuke them in thy wrath!
Thou art our hope and our defence,
O stretch thine Arm now forth,

And let them know they are but Men,
And must subject to thee;
What evil they intend to do,
Let it prevented be;

And we will lift thy Name on high,
And them we will not fear,
If thou wilt, Lord, our sins forgive,
And for our help appear.