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LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT.

When the priest his last hath pray'd, And I nod to what is said, ' Cause my speech is now decay'd, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

When, God knows, I'm toss'd about, Either with despair or doubt, Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

When the Tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half- damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

When the flames of hellish cries Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

When the judgment is reveal'd, And that open'd which was seal'd, When to Thee I have appeal'd,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me.

HERRICK.