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PSALME XCI.
Who doth confyde,
And so abyde,
All tyme and tyde,
In secreete and in shade of the Most High,
He may well say,
“God is my stay
And strength alway—
My faith, my hope, in whom my trust doth lie.”
He shall thee keepe and fence
From hunter's snare,
From cruell pestilence,
And all such feare;
And shall the hide
On euerie side,
In shadow safe and couert of his winges:
His treuth, most sure
Ay to indure,
Thy sheeld shal be, against all noysome things.
And so abyde,
All tyme and tyde,
In secreete and in shade of the Most High,
He may well say,
“God is my stay
And strength alway—
My faith, my hope, in whom my trust doth lie.”
He shall thee keepe and fence
From hunter's snare,
From cruell pestilence,
And all such feare;
And shall the hide
On euerie side,
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His treuth, most sure
Ay to indure,
Thy sheeld shal be, against all noysome things.
Thou shalt not care
For any feare,
By night or eare;
Or, noone-day bright, for the swift fleing dart:
No fearefull pest
That may molest
By night shall rest
On thee; nor plague by day that falles athwart.
Although a thousand men,
Before thine eye—
Yea, more than thousands ten,
Should fall hard by;
None ill at all
Shall thee befall;
No dangerous death, nor dread shall come thee neare:
Bot wicked anes,
That God disdaines,
He will rewarde; as thou shalt see most clear.
For any feare,
By night or eare;
Or, noone-day bright, for the swift fleing dart:
No fearefull pest
That may molest
By night shall rest
On thee; nor plague by day that falles athwart.
Although a thousand men,
Before thine eye—
Yea, more than thousands ten,
Should fall hard by;
None ill at all
Shall thee befall;
No dangerous death, nor dread shall come thee neare:
Bot wicked anes,
That God disdaines,
He will rewarde; as thou shalt see most clear.
Be not affraide,
Sence thou hast said,
“God is mine aide,”
And the Most High hast set for thy refuge.
No harme nor hurt
Within thy court
Shall doe thee sturt;
No skaith shall come within thy tent to ludge:
For he his angels bright
Hath geuen command,
To keep thee, day and night,
On euerie hand;
And, by their arme,
To saue from harme,
And stay thy steps from stumbling at a stone.
Thou shalt down-tread
The dragon's head—
The lyons fearce—the aspes—their ȝong, each one;
Sence thou hast said,
“God is mine aide,”
And the Most High hast set for thy refuge.
No harme nor hurt
Within thy court
Shall doe thee sturt;
No skaith shall come within thy tent to ludge:
For he his angels bright
Hath geuen command,
To keep thee, day and night,
On euerie hand;
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To saue from harme,
And stay thy steps from stumbling at a stone.
Thou shalt down-tread
The dragon's head—
The lyons fearce—the aspes—their ȝong, each one;
Because the Lord,
Of his accord,
Hath said the word:—
“I will him saue and send deliuerance.
He doth adore,
And loue my glore;
I will therefore
Him,” saith the Lord, “to honor high aduance.
When he shall on me call
In tyme of neede,
I will from dangers all
Rid him with speede;
And him defend
And succour send,
In troubles all; and then him glorifie
I will alwayes
Prolong his dayes;
And he, doubtlesse, my sauing health shall see.”
Of his accord,
Hath said the word:—
“I will him saue and send deliuerance.
He doth adore,
And loue my glore;
I will therefore
Him,” saith the Lord, “to honor high aduance.
When he shall on me call
In tyme of neede,
I will from dangers all
Rid him with speede;
And him defend
And succour send,
In troubles all; and then him glorifie
I will alwayes
Prolong his dayes;
And he, doubtlesse, my sauing health shall see.”
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