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Psal. 62. Nonne Deo?

Ad Præstantem, apud Jeduthun. Psalmus Davidis.

1

On God my silent soule attends,
his seasons (surely) heeds:
To him my safeties care commends,
from whom my health proceeds.

2

He surely is my Rocke of power,
and my salvation prov'd:
My hold, my high-defensive tower,
I shall not much be mov'd.

3

How long on mischiefe will ye thinke?
Man-slayers, slaughtred all,
Ye like a ruin'd fense shall sinke,
and like a shaken wall.

4

His dignity how to suppresse,
their counsells they convert:
Delight in lies, with mouth they blesse,
but curse within their heart.

Selah.


5

On God, yet never thou the lesse,
my silent soule, attend:
From whom my hopefull patientnesse
expects a happy end.

6

He surely is my Rocke of power,
and my salvation prov'd:
My hold, my high-defensive tower,
I shall not be remov'd.

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7

In God is my Salvations port,
my Glories lofty crest,
Rocke of my strength, in God my Fort,
my Confidences rest.

8

O people, trust in him alway,
your heart before him powre:
For of our hopes God is the stay,
our safeties trusty towre.

9

Sure, Adams sonnes are vanitie,
and lighter in account:
The best together weigh'd, a lie,
and make the ballance mount.

10

Trust not in wrong, to reap your part,
in rapine be not vaine:
If wealth encrease, set not your heart
on baited lures of gaine.

11

God spake at once, which twice I heard,
“To God the power pertaines;
Of punishment, and of reward,
of pardons, and of paines.

12

And mercy, Lord, in thee alone
exceeds, from thee proceeds:
For thou wilt render every one
according to his deeds.