When David’s life by Saul was often sought,
And worlds of woe did compass him about,
On dire revenge, he never had a thought,
But in his griefs, Hope still did help him out.

When the poor cripple by the pool did lie,
For many years in misery and pain,
No sooner he on Christ had set his eyes,
But he was well, and comfort came again,
No David, Job, nor cripple, in more grief,’
Christ give me patience, and my Hopes relief.

And here is one to think about, enjoy and reflect upon, worldly and moving.