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Psalm. CXLIII.
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Psalm. CXLIII.
The Argument.
VVhose hart wyth hate the world resolueth,To state all base deiect:
If he in fayth this psalme reuolueth,
God sone wyll him erect.
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Now heare my sute: O Lord in stresse:to my request agree:
For all thy truthes: and rightwisenes:
sone aunswere thou to me.
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(But enter not: to iudge extreme:thy seruant hye by lawe:
For who himselfe: can cleane esteme:
yet him I neuer saw.)
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For loe the foole: my soule hath chasd:to earth my life hath wrest:
My state in darke: he hath abasde:
as men of old deceast:
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My pinched sprite: in me doth fayle:opprest in heuines:
My hart sore vext: doth morne and wayle:
astoynd in pensiuenes.
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Old yeares from fyrst: I haue recount:our fathers how thou ledst:
Thine actes I marke: how hye they mount:
I muse the woorkes thou didst.
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My hands to thee: I held full hye:that thou wouldst me vouchsaue:
My thristy soule: as pasture drye:
thy graces dewe doth craue.
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Then heare me Lord: but sone heare thou:my sprite doth feble ligh:
Hyde not thy face: from me as now:
least strayt my graue I spy.
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Thy voyce at morne: cause me to heare,for thee I trust alone:
Shew me thy wayes: my steps to steare,
my soule to thee is gone.
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O rid me Lord: from all theyr spite,that would me causeles trayne:
For I to thee: referre my right,
in hid defence full fayne.
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Teach me to worke: thy will to please,thou art my God I say:
And let thy sprite: so neuer cease,
to leade me straite the way.
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For thy sweete name: Lord quicken me,from them that me pursue:
And make my soule: from perill free,
my hart with ioy endue.
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Thy grace I trust: my foes will quell,and make their strength but lame:
Who vexth my soule: thou wilt debell,
for I thy seruant am.
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