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Psalm 20.

[In day of troŭble, o woorthi king]

In day of troŭble, o woorthi king;
God cheer thee; thence high valure spring:
And mighti name of Iacobs Lord,
Protect from stroke of hostile swoord.
That day from sacred throne to thee
On Angels wings aid heăvenli flee:
And strength, by prostrate Church implorĕd,
From Siŏn great Ark be fresh restorĕd.
THY praiĕr stil pierce his gracious ears,
As pious soule it humbly rears:
Thy gifts his eys benign receave;
And offrings burnt all cinders leave.
His light illustrate so thy face;
So favour his thy ways entrance;
That wish of hart, that woork of brain,
Succesful end stil blest attain.
THVS wee, enfreed from feard annoy,
For safeti thyn, our deerest ioy,
All thankful shall Gods praises sing;
And glorious name to heavĕns upring.
Yea when thy praiĕrs his powĕr performs,
And thee victorious (ô) returns:
We banners, ensigns of his praise,
And trophes to his great name wil raize.
O FAITH assurĕd; inspyrd from high!
Now knowe I, God, evĕn God drawth nigh:
Our King, the Lords anointed deer,
Celestial sanctuări dooth hear.
There see I, aid diuine decreed,
To save his persŏn in hours of need:
There Victori, by Gods right hand,
By powĕr gainst which no powĕr can stand:
SOME charrets make their strength and grace:
In horses som proud glori place.
Fond ioy, false strength! at thundring call,
Horse, charrets, men, to ground doo fall.
We then to heăvens address our ey,
Where surer trust faiths eys descry:
A trust, which, whilĕst they doun are brought,
Our standing strength and triŭmph hath wrought.
Then hear vs, Lord: let heavĕns great king
Our king on earth home safely bring.