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Psalm XXV. Ad te, Domine.
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Psalm XXV. Ad te, Domine.
To thee ô Lord most just;
I lift my inward sight:
My God in thee I trust
Lett me not ruine quight:
Lett not those foes, that me annoy,
On my complaint build up their joy.
I lift my inward sight:
My God in thee I trust
Lett me not ruine quight:
Lett not those foes, that me annoy,
On my complaint build up their joy.
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Sure, sure, who hope in thee,
Shall never suffer shame:
Lett them confounded be
That causlesse wrongs doe frame.
Yea Lord to me thy waies doe show;
Teach me, thus vext, what path to goe.
Shall never suffer shame:
Lett them confounded be
That causlesse wrongs doe frame.
Yea Lord to me thy waies doe show;
Teach me, thus vext, what path to goe.
Guide me as thy truth guides;
Teach me for why thou art
The God in whom abides
The saving me from smart.
For never day such changing wrought,
That I from trust in thee was brought.
Teach me for why thou art
The God in whom abides
The saving me from smart.
For never day such changing wrought,
That I from trust in thee was brought.
Remember, only king,
Thy mercies tendernesse:
To thy remembrance bring,
Thy kindnesse, lovingnesse.
Let those things thy remembraunce grave,
Since they eternall essence have.
Thy mercies tendernesse:
To thy remembrance bring,
Thy kindnesse, lovingnesse.
Let those things thy remembraunce grave,
Since they eternall essence have.
But Lord remember not
Sinns brew'd in youthfull glasse:
Nor my rebellions blott,
Since youth and they do passe.
But in thy kindnes me record
Ev'n for thy mercies sake, ô Lord.
Sinns brew'd in youthfull glasse:
Nor my rebellions blott,
Since youth and they do passe.
But in thy kindnes me record
Ev'n for thy mercies sake, ô Lord.
Of grace and righteousnesse
The Lord such plenty hath:
That he deignes to expresse
To sinning men his path.
The meeke he doth in judgment leade,
And teach the humble how to tread.
The Lord such plenty hath:
That he deignes to expresse
To sinning men his path.
The meeke he doth in judgment leade,
And teach the humble how to tread.
And what thinck you, may be
The pathes of my greate God?
Ev'n spottlesse verity
And mercy spredd abroad,
To such as keepe his covenaunt
And on his testimonies plant.
The pathes of my greate God?
Ev'n spottlesse verity
And mercy spredd abroad,
To such as keepe his covenaunt
And on his testimonies plant.
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O Lord for thy name sake,
Lett my iniquity
Of thee some mercy take,
Though it be greate in me:
Oh, is there one with his feare fraught?
He shalbe by best teacher taught.
Lett my iniquity
Of thee some mercy take,
Though it be greate in me:
Oh, is there one with his feare fraught?
He shalbe by best teacher taught.
Lo how his blessing budds
Inward, an inward rest;
Outward, all outward goodes
By his seede eke possest.
For such he makes his secrett know,
To such hee doth his cov'nant show.
Inward, an inward rest;
Outward, all outward goodes
By his seede eke possest.
For such he makes his secrett know,
To such hee doth his cov'nant show.
Where then should my eyes be,
But still on this Lord sett?
Who doth and will sett free
My feete from tangling nett.
O look, ô help lett mercy fall,
For I am poore, and least of all.
But still on this Lord sett?
Who doth and will sett free
My feete from tangling nett.
O look, ô help lett mercy fall,
For I am poore, and least of all.
My woes are still encreast;
Shield me from these assaultes:
See how I am opprest,
And pardon all my faultes.
Behold my foes, what stoare they be,
Who hate, yea hate me cruelly.
Shield me from these assaultes:
See how I am opprest,
And pardon all my faultes.
Behold my foes, what stoare they be,
Who hate, yea hate me cruelly.
My soule which thou didst make,
Now made, ô Lord, maintaine:
And me from these ills take,
Lest I rebuke sustaine.
For thou, the Lord, thou only art
Of whom the trust lives in my hart.
Now made, ô Lord, maintaine:
And me from these ills take,
Lest I rebuke sustaine.
For thou, the Lord, thou only art
Of whom the trust lives in my hart.
Lett my uprightnes gaine
Some safty unto me:
I say, and say againe,
My hope is all in thee.
In fine, deliver Israel
O Lord, from all his troubles fell.
Some safty unto me:
I say, and say againe,
My hope is all in thee.
In fine, deliver Israel
O Lord, from all his troubles fell.
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