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Psalme. XVI.
The Argument.
That Chrict did prayFor his alway,
and when himselfe did sue
His buriall
His rise withall
the Prophet told full true
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O God of trust: preserue me iust,In soule and body to:
For why to thee: my hope doth flee,
to none els will I go.
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O foule in sprite: thou saydst aright,to God who thee so wrought:
My God thou art: of faythfull hart,
my goodes can vayle thee nought.
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All my delyght: to sayntes full bryght,is set, which trauell here:
In vertues all: celestiall,
they do excell so clere.
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Who multiplie: theyr Idols hie,and after them do gad:
Their sacrifice: I whole despise
I hate theyr names so mad.
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The Lord alone: is porcion,of myne inheritaunce:
My cup he is: my crosse to blisse,
my lot he wyll aduaunce.
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My lot ful brode: by lyne and rod,so fayre did fall to mee:
That I reioyce: the goodly choyce,
myne heritage to see.
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The Lord to blisse: I wyll not mysse,who gaue me counsayle so:
My reynes by nyght: yet shewd me lyght,
in thought to God to go.
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In face I set: my God so great,he alwayes was my marke:
For strong he standth: on my ryght hand,
how can I fall in darke.
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For helpe thus had: my harte was glad,my glory ioyed his fill:
My flesh in graue: though earth it haueth,
yet rest in hope it will.
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For why in hell: my soule to dwell,thou wilt not leaue it there:
The holy one: corruption
to see, thou canst not beare.
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Thou shalt shew mee: lyues path to see,and ioy in thy good sight:
Thy ryght hand hase: all ioyfull grace,
to stand for aye in might.
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