Another of the same.
[Lord, mark my suite; my sad complaining hear]
[1]
Lord, mark my suite; my sad complaining hear;
And, in thy Truth & Justice, answear give.
Iudg not thy servant, with a doome severe,
For, in thy sight, not one doth blameles live.
The foe hath chas'd my soul, of life nigh rest mee,
And in the dark, as one long dead hath left mee.
2
In mee, therfore, my spirits downe are cast;
My hart is fill'd with many a heavie thought:
I muse vpon the dayes, that now are past,
And on thy works, (ev'n al thy hāds have wrought)
With stretchtout hands, & with soul-thirsty pāting
I thirst for thee, as Land, when raine is wanting.
3
My spirit faints (oh God) with speed give ear;
If longer, thou thy face obscure, I dye.
Oh let thy Love to mee betimes appear;
For, I on thee; on thee alone, relye.
Yea, let me Lord, within thy Paths be trained;
For, vnto thee, I lift a soul vnfained.
4
Protect mee, Lord; in thee is my abode:
Keep off my foes, & teach thy will to mee.
Let thy good sp'rite, (because thou art my God)
My guide vnto the Land of Iustice be.
Yea, mee, oh Lord, for thy Namesake, revive thou,
My soul, ev'n for thy Iustice sake, reprive thou;
And, of thy grace, all those that mee oppressed,
Destroy thou Lord; for, I am thine professed.
