The seuenth straine.
1
O Lord thou hast me tride,
And day by day dost knovve
My thoughts, my vvords, my lookes my deeds,
My sighs, my groans, my vvoe.
2
My bones they are not hid
Thou knevvst them all each one
For in thy note they vvere all vvrote
Each ioynt, and bone, by bone,
3
Trie still, and search mine hart,
My thoughts proue day, & night
And if the ill doe touch me lord
O leade me to the right.
4
For thou canst rule my raines
As vvhen I vvas in vvombe.
O giude me in this life of mine,
And rest me in my tombe.
5
Keepe me from men that muse
Of bloud of bane of ill,
O let me thinke of thee o lord,
And hovve to doe thy vvill.
6
So shall noe shame me taynt
My corps, my goods, my name
So shall I rest in ioy, and peace,
And touch noe blot of shame
7
So shall thy folke for me,
Be glad, and sing thy praise,
So shall my selfe, my seed, my solue
Be thine in all my daies.
7. Sighe.
O let not my suite come in vaine
to thee, but heare o my god, and say
to my soule I am, and vvill be thy asse
from hell, thy port from the sea of this
vvorld, and vvill bring thee to the bay
of blisse.
