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Psalme. LXIII.
The Argument.
Poore Christen man: opprest by might,May pray this psalme: with Christ hys head,
Who lawdes to God: did pay aright,
In desert set: where lyfe he led.
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O God to thee: my God so strong,From mornyng watch: I cry in stresse
My soule and flesh: for thee they long,
In desert land, dry, waterlesse.
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Thus thee I trust: to see in place,Where resth thy grace: in holynes:
That I myght see: thy mighty face,
Thy glory hye: and noblenes.
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For better is: thy goodnes yet,Than is thys lyfe: the blessednes:
Wherfore my lips: shall still beset,
To sing thy prayse: and worthines.
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Thus all my lyfe: (Lord) thee shall blisse,And render thankes: obeysantly,
To lyft my handes: I wyll not misse,
Thy holy name: to glorifye.
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Lo thus my soule: full frankt shall bee,As fed wyth fat: and marow sweete:
When that my mouth: in laudes so free,
Shall ioyous breake: to Carols meete.
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Euen thus of thee: I myndefull was,When that in bed: I tooke my rest:
As watches all: the nyght dyd passe,
Of thee I musde: in gratefull brest.
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Because thou wart: my helpe at neede,as helpe thou couldst: and so thou hast:
Therfore I wyll: reioyce in deede,
Wythin thy winges: thus safely plast.
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For when my soule: was set to thee,As fast to ioyne: in feares assaut:
Thy mighty hand: then leande to mee,
And stayd me vp: wythout defaut.
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Now these which seeke: my soule to spyll,To bryng me downe: to see my graue:
In vayne I trust: they worke in wyll,
Theyr wynding sheete: they first shall haue.
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Wyth edged sworde: they shall be threst,As they deuisde: to me full flye:
They shall be prayes: to sauage beast,
In Foxes lyues: lyke Foxe to dye.
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The kyng in God: yet shall reioyce,For hys defence: in suertie:
Who swerth to hym: shall ioy the choyce,
For glauering lips: all stopt shall bee.
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