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Nor haughtie heart, nor loftie look
My pryd, O Lord, bewrey.
In high and wondrous things who made,
I never went their way.
O Lord, if I haue not my soule
Compos'd and putt to rest,
Evin as a babe, from mother's breast
That waind is, thow knowes best.
My pryd, O Lord, bewrey.
In high and wondrous things who made,
I never went their way.
O Lord, if I haue not my soule
Compos'd and putt to rest,
Evin as a babe, from mother's breast
That waind is, thow knowes best.
My soule is as a weaned child.
O Israel, now and ay,
Wait patientlie vpon the Lord,
And trust in him alway.
O Israel, now and ay,
Wait patientlie vpon the Lord,
And trust in him alway.
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