Psalterium Carolinum The devotions of His Sacred Majestie in his solitudes and sufferings, Rendred in Verse [by Thomas Stanley]. Set to Musick for 3 Voices and an Organ or Theorbo, By John Wilson |
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Ode X. Vpon the seizing the Kings Magazins, Forts Navy, and Militia.
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Ode X. Vpon the seizing the Kings Magazins, Forts Navy, and Militia.
O my God, to thee I fly,Stronger than the Enemy;
Heaven nor Earth are wish'd by me,
In comparison of thee.
Let me be when All deny'd,
More than All by thee supply'd.
Hast to help, thou failst not those
Who their trust in thee repose.
Rob'd of Pow'r to check their Will,
Who are blindly led to Kill,
By pretences to Protect;
I to thee my Eyes erect.
Help thou need'st not, nor shall I,
Whilst thou dost not thine deny;
To subdue or undergo.
If Successe thou not bestow,
Nor my safety wilt allow,
To thy judgement see I bow;
Which upon thy Children fall:
Nothing I, so thou be all.
Kings are unsecure that boast
In the number of an Hoast;
But thy numerous Mercies are
Our defence, O God of War.
Dangers on each side press neer;
Help; and Man I shall not fear.
To thy justice will apply,
Glorify'd thy Mercy be,
In my safe delivery.
By my sinns 'gainst thee I fought,
And to robb thy Glory sought;
Though thy Subject; by my own,
Justly me thou migh'st unthrone.
But break forth! nor let the Foe
Boast his God no strength can show.
In thy paths my footsteps guide,
Suffer not my feet to slide;
As thine Eye my Soul defend,
And thy shady wing extend,
From the wicked that oppose,
And with Malice me inclose;
To those joyes my conduct be,
Which in fullness wait on thee.
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