Psalme V.
[To heare me, Lord, be thou inclin'd]
To heare me, Lord, be thou inclin'd;
My thoughts O ponder in thy minde:
And let my cryes acceptance finde.
Thou hear'st my morning Sacrifice:
To thee, before the Day-star rise,
My prayers ascend, with stedfast eyes.
Thou lov'st no vice; none dwells with thee;
Nor glorious Fooles thy Beautie see;
All sinne-defil'd detested bee.
Liars shall sinke beneath thy hate;
Who thirst for blood, and weave deceit,
Thy Rage shall swiftly ruinate.
I to thy Temple will repayre,
Since infinite thy Mercies are;
And thee adore with Feare and Praier.
My God, conduct me by thy Grace;
For many have my Soule in chase.
Set thy strait Paths before my face.
False are their tongues, their hearts are hollow,
Like gaping Sepulchres they swallow;
Fawne, and betray even those they follow.
With vengeance girt these Rebels round;
In their owne counsels them confound;
Since their Transgressions thus abound.
Joy they with an exalted voice,
That trust in thee, who guard'st thy Choice:
Let those who love thy Name rejoyce.
Thy blessings shall in showers descend;
Thy favour as a shield defend
All those, who Righteousnesse intend.
