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Psalm XXVIII. Ad te Domine.
To thee, Lord, my cry I send:
O my strength stopp not thine eare:
Least if answeare thou forbeare;
I be like them that descend
To the pitt, where flesh doth end.
O my strength stopp not thine eare:
Least if answeare thou forbeare;
I be like them that descend
To the pitt, where flesh doth end.
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Therefore while that I may cry,
While I that way hold my handes
Where thy Sanctuary standes:
To thy self those wordes apply,
Which from suing voice do fly.
While I that way hold my handes
Where thy Sanctuary standes:
To thy self those wordes apply,
Which from suing voice do fly.
Linck not me in self same chaine,
With the wicked working folk:
Who their spotted thoughtes to cloak,
Neighbours frendly entertaine,
When in hartes they malice meane.
With the wicked working folk:
Who their spotted thoughtes to cloak,
Neighbours frendly entertaine,
When in hartes they malice meane.
Spare not them, give them reward,
As their deedes have purchas'd it,
As deserves their wicked witt:
Fare they, as their handes have far'd:
Ev'n so be their guerdon shar'd.
As their deedes have purchas'd it,
As deserves their wicked witt:
Fare they, as their handes have far'd:
Ev'n so be their guerdon shar'd.
To thy workes they give no ey:
Lett them be thrown down by thee:
Lett them not restored be.
But lett me give praises hy
To the Lord, that heares my cry.
Lett them be thrown down by thee:
Lett them not restored be.
But lett me give praises hy
To the Lord, that heares my cry.
That God is my strength, my shield:
All my trust on him was sett,
And soe I did safely gett.
Soe shall I with joy be fil'd,
Soe my songues his laudes shall yeeld.
All my trust on him was sett,
And soe I did safely gett.
Soe shall I with joy be fil'd,
Soe my songues his laudes shall yeeld.
God on them his strength doth lay,
Who his annointed helped have.
Lord then still thy people save;
Blesse thine heritage I say,
Feede and lift them up for ay.
Who his annointed helped have.
Lord then still thy people save;
Blesse thine heritage I say,
Feede and lift them up for ay.
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