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Psalme XCI.

VVho makes th'Almighty his retreat,
Shall rest beneath his shady Wings;
Free from th'oppression of the Great,
Thē rage of Warre, or wrath of Kings.
Free from the cunning Fowlers traine;
The tainted aires infectious breath:
His Truth in perils shall susteine,
And shield thee from the stroke of Death.
No terrors shall thy sleeps affright;
Nor deadly flying Arrowes slay:
Nor Pestilence devoure by Night,
Or Slaughter massacre by Day.
A thousand and ten thousand shall
Sinke on thy Right hand and thy Left:
Yet thou secure shall see their fall;
By vengeance, of their lives bereft.
Since God thou hast thy Refuge made,
And do'st to him thy Vowes direct;
No evill shall thy strength invade,
Nor wasting plagues thy roofe infect.
Thee shall his Angels safely guide;
Upheld by winged Legions,
Lest thou at any time should'st slide.
And dash thy Foot against the Stones.
Thou on the Basiliske shalt tread;
The Mountaine Lion boldly meet,
And trample on the Dragons Head;
The Leopard prostrate at thy Feet.
Since he hath fix't his love on me,
Saith God, and walked in my wayes;
I will his Soule from danger free,
And from the reach of Envie raise.
To him I his desires will give;
From danger guard; in honour place:
He long, long happily shall live,
And flourish in my saving Grace.