Thou mighty God of sea and land,

I here resign into thy hand

The son of prayers, of vows, of tears,

The child I stay'd for many years.

Thou heard'st me then, and gav'st him me;

Hear me again, I give him thee.

He's mine, but more, O Lord, thine own,

For sure thy grace on him is shown.

No friend I have like thee to trust,

For mortal helps are brittle dust.

Preserve, O Lord, from storms and wrack,

Protect him there, and bring him back:

And if thou shalt spare me a space,

That I again may see his face,

Then shall I celebrate thy praise,

And bless thee for't even all my days.

If otherwise I go to rest,

Thy will be done, for that is best;

Persuade my heart I shall him see

For ever happefy'd with thee.