We confess that thou mightest
cast us away for them; but do it not for thy name's sake: let the
Lord rather take an opportunity, at our miserable condition, to let
out his bowels and compassions to us. We are compassed on every
side, Lord; our own backslidings reprove us; our Diabolonians
within our town fright us; and the army of the angel of the
bottomless pit distresses us. Thy grace can be our salvation, and
whither to go but to thee we know not.
'Furthermore, O gracious Prince, we have weakened our captains, and
they are discouraged, sick, and, of late, some of them grievously
worsted and beaten out of the field by the power and force of the
tyrant. Yea, even those of our captains, in whose valour we did
formerly use to put most of our confidence, they are as wounded
men. Besides, Lord, our enemies are lively, and they are strong;
they vaunt and boast themselves, and do threaten to part us among
themselves for a booty. They are fallen also upon us, Lord, with
many thousand doubters, such as with whom we cannot tell what to
do; they are all grim-looked and unmerciful ones, and they bid
defiance to us and thee.
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