Psa. 25.
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A Psalme of David. It containeth many petitions of an
afflicted penitent Soul; declares the excellence of the Lawe
of Grace, & the priveledges of the regenerate &c. It may
be vsed when we are dejected by the sight of our
guiltines, & are truly penitent, &c.
[1]
I lift my soul to thee,
My trust in thee is plac'd:
Oh let me, Lord, nor scorned be,
Nor by my foe disgrac'd.
But, keep reproches all
From those who thee attend,
And, let on them Confusion fall
That without Cause offend.
2
Thy waies to me me impart,
Let me thy Truth be taught;
For, thou, oh God, my Saviour art:
Whome I have alway sought.
Be still, to me as kinde
As thou of old hast binn;
And, bear thou not those faults in minde,
which I have erred in.
3
But, grace to me afford,
Ev'n for thy goodnes sake;
As thou art good, & gratious, Lord,
On me compassion take.
Direct al those that stray,
In iudgment, guide the meek,
And, them informe thou in thy way,
That humbly, thee de seeke.
4
For, Truth & Mercie, Lord,
Are found in all thy wayes,
By ev'ry one who keeps thy word,
And thy Commands obayes.
Remit (though great they are)
My sinns, for thy Name sake,
And, suffer him who thee doth fear,
His chosen-path to take.
5
Then, easd his hart shal growe,
His seed the Land shal fill,
And, he that feares the Lord, shall know
His Counsells, & his will.
Myne eyes attend on thee,
That thou maist me release:
In mercie, Lord, returne to mee
Forlorne & in destresse.
6
My greefs enlarged are;
Oh come, & me releeve.
My sorrowes heed, regard my care,
And all my sinns forgive.
Observe, oh Lord, my foes;
Marke how abus'd I am;
And (since I trust in thee repose)
Defend my soul from shame.
7
Yea, keep thou me vpright;
Because. I hope in thee:
And, from all wrongs, & all despight,
Let Isr'el saved be.
