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The teares or lamentations of a sorrowfull Soule

Set foorth by Sir William Leighton

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Psalme. 144.
  
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Psalme. 144.

1

To my Petitions bow thine eare,
good Lord consider my desire:
O comfort me in dreadfull feare,
for thy truths sake I thee require.

2

With vs in iudgment enter not,
no man is righteous in thy sight:
O let thine anger be forgot,
and thine Annoynted vs acquite.

3

The enemy hath vex't my soule,
and cast my life downe to the ground:
My boanes in darkenes he doth roule,
that like a dead man I am found.

4

Therefore my spirit, is opprest,
my heart within me grieued sore:
That I can finde no quiet rest,
but desolation euer-more.

5

Yet former times to minde I call,
musing vpon thy workes begun:
And exercise my selfe in all,
the wondrous acts which thou hast done.

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6

To thee, doe I stretch out my hand,
and vnto thee my soule doth groane:
Euen as the dry and thirsty land,
that for her moisture maketh moane.

7

Heare me O Lord, and that with speed.
because my spirit waxeth spare:
Hide not thy face in time of neede,
least that I fall into the snare.

8

O let thy comfortable loue,
betimes into my soule distill:
And let thy spirit like a Doue,
dwell in my heart and keepe me still.

9

Vpon thee onely I depend,
direct me in the perfect way:
And guide me to my iourneyes end,
for thou art my support and stay.

10

Good Lord defend me from my foes,
for vnto thee I fly for ayd:
Vnder thy wings hide me from those,
that for my soule, their snares haue layd.

11

Teach me to doe the thing a-right,
that may be pleasing to thy minde:
And amiable in thy sight,
that I, thy fauour still may finde,

12

Thou art my God and onely guide,
which dost protect me with thy hand:
O let thy spirit with me a-bide,
and lead me to the holy land.

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13

For thy names sake, Lord quicken me.
and for thy righteousnes I craue:
O set my soule from troubles free,
and let it neuer see the graue.

14

And for thy goodnes sake destroy,
mine enemies that me pursue:
And to my soule would worke annoy,
O Lord confound that damned crew.
I am thy seruant O my God,
Deare Father guide me with thy rod.
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