 | The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule |  |
5. The fift part of the eight Lamentation.
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Send helpe therefore, O Lord and saue me,from thē yt would me quite deuoure
And dayly grieue me and depraue me,
my soule's, with Lyons euery houre.
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36
I wade as through the rageing sea,I dwell amongst men set on fire:
whose teeth are speares, whose tongs bear sway
like two edg'd sword with wrath & ire.
37
Thy mercy therefore and thy truth,let be my bucklar and strong shield.
Hast bin mine hope euen from my youth,
let troubles cease, new ioyes me yield:
38
Set me vpon thy rocke for euer,of perfect loue and true reliefe:
Let rest and refuge faile me neuer,
and thy protection saue from griefe.
39
Bring thou to passe what's fit for me,what thou dost know expedient:
That righteous men my end may see,
and how mine hope obtain'd content.
40
That they may of thy glory talke,and speake of thy eternall praise:
All men shall say that see mee walke,
doubtlesse God will the righteous raise,
41
There is a God that's gratious good,to them that bee of perfect heart:
When he hath all their foes withstood,
heauen's ioyes to them he will impart.
Finis
| The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule | |