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Psalme. XVIII.
The Argument
Christ here in thisFor hym and his
geueth thankes to God aright,
For that they bee
Deliuered free
from all vngodly spight.
1
I will loue thee: most inwardly,O Lord my strength thou art:
Thy mercies all: both great and small,
do comfort much my hart.
2
My Lord is hence: my rocke and fence,my sauyng God I say:
My myght and shield: my trust in field,
my horne of health, my stay.
3
The Lorde alwayes: most worthy prayes,on hym I mynde to call:
So safe shall I: most stedfastly,
escape myne enemies all.
4
The greuousnes: of deadly stresse,dyd compasse me about:
The streames of sinne: so whelmd me in,
they troubled me full out.
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5
The paynes of hell: that were so fell,dyd me inclose full fast:
The trappes and snares: of deadly cares,
preuented me in hast.
6
In troublous wo: I cald vnto,my Lord my God in feare:
To heare my case: his will it was,
my cry euen toucht hys eare.
7
The earth did shake: for feare did quake,the hils theyr bases shooke:
Remoued they were: in place most faire,
at Gods ryght fearefull looke.
8
Darke smoke rose so: hys face there fro,hys mouth as fire consumde:
That coales at it: were kyndled bryght,
when he in anger fumde.
9
The heauens ful low: he made to bowe,and downe dyd he ensue:
And darkenes great: was vnder set
his feete in clowdy hue.
10
He rode on hye: and dyd so flye,vpon the Cherubins:
He came in sight: and made hys flight,
vpon the wyng of wyndes.
11
His place he set: In darkenes great,as secret there to byde:
Wyth cloudes about: he set it out,
wyth waters blacke beside.
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12
At hys great light: of present sight,the cloudes past ouer quight:
As stones of hayle: do melt and quayle,
by coales in fire light.
13
The Lord from heauen: sent down his leauenand thundred thence in ire:
He thunder cast: in wonders blast,
wyth hayle and coales of fire.
14
With arrow dartes: he gald theyr hartes,and scatterd them about:
And forth he bringes: hys lightnyngs,
the Lord destroyd theyr rout.
15
When he dyd thret: the waters set,theyr springes to be dewrayed:
The blastyng breath: of hys great wrath,
the worldes deepe bottome shewd.
16
From heauen aboue: his grace and loue,to fetche me he dyd send:
From waters deepe: he dyd me keepe,
he dyd me strong defend.
17
He dyd represse: I saw no lessemy foes that strongest be:
And rid me quite: of all theyr spite,
to strong they were for me.
18
They dyd preuent: with troublement,the day of my great stresse:
Yet Gods good hand: dyd them wythstand
preuentyng theyr excesse.
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19
In libertie: he placed mee,and led me strayght thereto:
He brought me out: of stresse no doubt,
hys grace dyd loue me so.
20
The Lord dyd thus: most gracious,my dealyng he aloude:
He dyd me quite: as he in sight,
me innocent approued.
21
For Gods true wayes: I kept alwayes,Hys law I trustd therto:
Wyth my Lord God: I still abode,
the wycked do not so.
22
I haue an eye: hys law to spye,from mans tradition:
Nor hys precept: dyd I reiect,
to my destruction.
23
And pure I went: wyth true entent,before my God also:
I iust eschude: my deede so rude,
I gaue good heede therto.
24
For doyng iust: my Lord I trust,will frendly me requite:
My righteous deede: as well did speede,
in hys approued sight.
25
As man is iust: so mayst thou trust,wyth good so good to bee:
Wyth perfect man: so thou agayne,
shall perfect be and free.
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And thus wyth pure: thou mayst be sure,thou shalt be pure and cleane:
Euen so wyth euill: of froward will,
euen froward shalt thou meane.
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27
For thou to saue: wilt soone wythsaue,the meeke in all theyr wo:
And shalt deryde: mens stately pryde,
and make them low to go.
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For thou dydst lyght: my candell bryght,and keepst my fortune ryght:
The Lord my God: dyd ease my rod,
and darkenes tournd to lyght.
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For strong to see: I was by thee,whole hostes to dyng downe ryght:
In God no dout: I was so stout,
stone wall to leape it quite.
30
Gods way I wis: vnspotted is,hys worde is tryde in fire:
He is a shield: to man in field,
who trust to hym intiere.
31
What God is there: euen any where,but this the Lord of hostes?
What rocke excelth: in strength so well,
as thys our God in coste?
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For God euen he: round girdeth me,wyth strength and feate of warre:
He keepth my way: in redy stay,
lest vyce my lyfe should marre.
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He makth my feete: as swyft and meete,as feete of hartes to see:
In perfect grace: he stayd my race,
and sate me vp on hye.
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My handes aryght: he made to fyght,both diuell and man to wryng:
Myne armes in partes: did breake their dartes
yea bowes of steele wyth stryng.
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Thy sauyng shield: kept me in field,thy right hand me sustaynd:
Thy bounteousnes: dyd ease my stresse,
though greuously it paynd.
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Thou gauest me roume: where euer I come,to stand, to go, to ryde:
Full strong to stand: on sea and land,
my heeles dyd neuer slyde.
37
I dyd rechase: my foes in face,and ouer tooke theyr spyte:
I dyd not stynt: wyth sword the dynt,
till I had stroyed them quite.
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I dyd them bray: in such aray,theyr woundes shall neuer heale:
They could not ryse: in any wyse,
but fall at myne owne heele.
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Strait girdst thou me: wyth strength to be,to warre euen full inured:
Thou threwest them round: vpon the ground
my soule who thus pursude.
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These noughty packes: did turne their backestheyr neckes thou madest me smight:
My haters fell: thou didst them quell,
downe thou dydst beat them right.
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They cryde dismayde: and craued ayde,but none to helpe was there:
Whan they did crie: to God so hie,
then God did turne hys eare.
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I dyd as small: thus beat them all,as dust before the wynde:
As clay in streete: oft trode wyth feete,
I dyd them stampe and grynde.
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Thou rydst my lyfe: from peoples stryfe,thou didst me sure preserue:
To Gentiles bred: thou madest me hed,
straunge people me dyd serue.
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When me they heare: at sound of eare,they me now soone obey:
Wher children strange: their frendship change
all falshoode they dewray.
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These children strange: which strangely rangeso vp and downe dyd fayle:
They all afrayd: in fearefull brayd,
in theyr great forts shall wayle.
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The Lord lyue hee: most blessedlywho was my helper strong:
God rowsed bee: my rocke so free,
hym prayse I will full long.
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This God of ours: he geueth me powerst'auenge my wycked foes:
And doth subdue: my people true,
that they like subiectes goes.
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He daunted so: my cruell fo,to them he made me head:
From wicked spite: thou dydst me quite,
theyr wickednes to tread.
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For thys O Lord: in hart and word,I will geue thankes in song:
Of thy great name: thy power to fame,
where Gentils dwel among.
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Hys kyng he sought: he health hym wrought,he shewed true loue in deede:
To Dauid true: annoynted due,
and aye to his good seede.
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