The Bed Was Earth The Raised Pillar Stone Where On Poor Jacob Re[s]ted His Head & bones
Heaven Was His Canopy The Shades Of Night Was His Drawn Curtains To Exclude the light

This Poor State of Jacob as it seems to me his cattle found as soft a bed as he
Yet to his joy his God he found God is not always found in beds of down

See how the lillies flourish white and fair see how the ravens fed from heaven are 
Then neer distrust thy god for cloth or bread whilst lillies flouriesh and the ravens fed

[Oh thou great] king of kings [arise and reign] except thy vertue springs all worships vain
Except thy quickning life be sett to rise theres none [c]an offer up a sacrifice

[That find] acceptance with so [great a king] and then who dare into thy presence [bring]
The blemished the maimed or the blind which with an earthly prince could never find

Any regard but [rather] for the same severe chast[i]zement with rebuke and shame
O let thy holy power operate within thy temple thou immaculate

This work in [hand] my friends may have
when I am dead and laid in my grave

Elizabeth Rush her work
done in the th year of her age

1734