Sweet Iesus of thy mercie, our pitifull praiers heare:
That we may be on thy right hand, when thou shalt appeare.
For thou shalt come with heavenlie power, and sit on the throne:
None shall judge the quicke and dead, but thou Christ alone.
O Christ cast us not awaie, in that daie of ire:
When thou shalt send before thee, a hot consuming fire.
To purge all creatures, defild with Adams sinne:
Then a new heaven and earth, O Lord thou wilt beginne.
Then the elect shall be blessed, upon thy holie hill:
But the wicked shall be damned, that have withstood thy will.
The sheepe shall be safe, and defended in the fold:
The goates shall wander, in hunger, storme and cold.
Thy Saints shall behold thee, in thy throne of light:
The reprobates shall ever, have fearefull things in sight.
Wailing in wretchednese, with everlasting paine:
Yet Lord be mercifull, our lives are but vaine.
Our flesh shall fade, death hath digd our grave:
Yet of thy mercie Lord, thy sinfull creature save.
And blesse us in the time of grace, before the daie of ire:
When the corrupt elements, shall be purgd with fire.

We laud thee Father for thy grace,
[We praise thee Sonne which made us free:
We thanke the holie Spirit for our solace
Which is one God and persons three.]