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Psalme. XXV.
The Argument.
This cry and callIs Generall
as supplication graue
It doth confesse
Done wickednes
and pardon craueth to haue
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O Lord to thee: my soule to flee,is set, my God thou art:
I whole referre: my lyfe most nare
to thee, wyth all my hart.
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My God of sence: my confidence,on thee was alway borne:
O let no shame: confound my name,
my foes els will me scorne.
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Who trustth in thee: ashamd to bee,can neuer man it spye:
Who breake thy lawes: without a cause,
confounded let them lye.
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Shew me thy wayes: O Lord alwayes,of truth me teach the path:
Thy word and way: is certayne stay,
for that all vertue hath.
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In truth me lead: teach me thy read,my God of health thou art:
My trust doth lay: in thee all day,
to thee is bent my hart.
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Call thou to mynde: O Lord full kynde,thy louyng mercies olde:
Thy bounties free: which euer bee,
as fathers them haue tolde.
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Of youth my faut: so great and haut,such sinne O Lord forget:
For mercy sake: O Lord awake,
thy mynd vpon me set.
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Both gratious: and righteous,the Lord is equall so:
He teachth wyth rod: yet louyng God,
by giftes he teachth also.
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Who meeke abyde: them he will guide,in iudgement good and ryght:
And whome we see: most gentle bee,
his wayes he teachth them lyght.
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The wayes of God: be large and brode,both truth and mercy iust:
Euen still to such: as loueth much,
his hestes, and couenauntes trust.
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For thy names sake: O mercy take,my Lord vpon my sinne:
It is so great: it doth me fret,
it boylth my soule wythin.
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What man he bee: that feareth thee,O Lord thou wylt hym teach:
The rightfull way: to choose I say,
in sprite thereto to retche.
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His soule shall dwell: at ease full well,in ghostly free delyght:
Hys stocke and seede: shall neuer neede,
but hold the land to ryght.
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Among them lye: Gods secrecy,to feare hym who that shall:
In gentle fourme: he wyll perfourme,
to them hys couenantes all.
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Myne eyes entent: is euer bentto thee my Lord so great:
For onely he: pluckth suerly,
my feete from out of net.
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Turne thou to mee: O Lord so free,haue mercy, stay my fall:
I am in state: all desolate,
in misery full thrall.
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My sorrowes fell: my hart doth swell,they be enlarged so:
My troublous payne: O God restrayne,
O quenche this deadly wo.
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Attend I cry: my misery,my lyfe and state aduerse:
Forgeue my fautes: which me assautes,
my ioy to me reuerse.
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Consider ryght: my foes theyr spyte,how they increase my feare,
Theyr hate is thus: so tyrannous,
at me that they do beare.
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O kepe most dere: my soule intiere,and me deliuer iust:
So let no shame: confound my name,
for I in thee haue trust.
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Let perfectnes: and rightfulnes,both guide and wayte on mee:
My trust for ayde: in thee is layd,
from me O neuer flee.
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Deliuer well: all Israell,O God wyth all hys seede:
From troubles all: that them may fall,
in thee alway to speede.
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