Oh gracious God, her peace restore,
And make her sufferings less;
Let frenzied thoughts disturb no more,
Or sorrow on her press.

Pour down thy blessings, on a mind
Encompass’d round by grief;
Let fortune smile and friends be kind,
To nature grant relief.

’Twas pure affection caus’d her tears,
And furrow’d beauty’s face;
But thou can lull to rest her fears,
By thy almighty grace.

May guardian angels plant their seat,
Beside the lovely fair;
While hope and comfort frequent meet,
To keep her from despair.

Tranquillity thou dove-ey’d maid,
A visit quickly pay;
Of virtue’s self, be not afraid,
Stay with her all the day.