Lég, groote Gód, uwe gramschap ter néder;
Gun my uw' vriendelyk aangezigt wéder;
Réd, én verlos myn ziel uit dit kwéllen,
En wil my wéêr in gezondheid hérstéllen.
Al myne toevlugt leit
In uw' barmhartigheid.
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