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Psalme. LVII.
The Argument.
The iuct for his deliuery,geueth thankes that God hym sped:
So Christ reioyste when he dyd stye,
to heauen when death was ded.
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God pity me: O pitie me,on thee my soule is cast:
Thy wynges I trust: wyll shadow be,
till all thys spyte be past.
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Thy trusty helpe: I wyll implore,of God my Lord most hye:
He wyll my cause: perfourme the more,
that now in hand doth ligh.
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He shall from heauen: send down hys powerto saue from me their spite:
And those that would: my soule deuower,
wyth shame shall full be dight.
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Twixt Lyons fierce: doth stand my lyfe,wyth fiery men I dwell:
Whose teeth be speares: and dartes in stryfe,
theyr tonges sharpe swordes and fell.
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Aduaunce thy selfe: O God appeare,from heauens more hye thon they:
Thy glory great: set vp so cleare,
on all the earth to stay.
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To catche my feete: a net they splayd,my soule they haue deprest:
Into that pyt: for me they layd,
themselues therin be threst.
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My hart is fixt: my hart is fixt,O God in thee full stayd:
And sing I will: my griefes betwixt,
in psalmes wyth musike playd.
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Awake my tonge: my ioy awake,awake both harpe and lute:
Come forth, at morne: I me betake,
to sing wyth shaume and flute.
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Thy laudes wyth thankes: out wyll I sound,when people meete aryght:
To sing O Lord: to thee so bound,
I wyll in Paynyms syght.
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Thy mercy great: to heauens doth retch,what thyng can it denay?
To heauenly cloudes: thy truth doth stretch,
to mans most stable stay.
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Set vp thy selfe: O God aboue,the heauens as is most meete:
Aboue the earth: thy glory moue,
the stoole of both thy feete.
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