When recovered after a Fit of Sickness, Sept. 16. 1688

LEt that life-breathing Face of thine,
Lord, manifested be;
Because thy Love excelleth Wine,
All upright Ones love thee.

Thou hast, O Lord, redeemed us,
Yea, from the lowest Hell,
And rais'd us to an higher state
Than that from whence we fell.

With Flaggons of refreshing Joy,
And Comforts from above,
Stay us, O Lord, we humbly pray,
Let us be sick of Love.

For these great Blessings, O most High,
We will thy Praises sing,
Who hast also, Lord, heard our cry,
Praise to our glorious King.

We cried to thee with our hearts
To make thy Servant whole,
And from the all-devouring Grave
For to return his Soul.

And thou dost, Lord, a new life send,
And wouldest not permit
That he should hastily descend
Into the dolesom Pit.

We therefore sing and give thee praise,
Most holy let us be,
With hearts united all our days
Let us live unto thee.