The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

I patient did for God attend,
Who to my cry His eare did lend:
From horror's pit He did me pluck,
And miry clay wherein I stuck.
And on the rock He set my feet,
From whence my goings nere should fleet
My mouth new songs of praises fill;
That men may feare, and trust Him still

The man most happy is, and blest,
Whose constant faith on God doth rest:

And never will the proud ones prize,
Nor such as turne aside to lies,
Lord! many are Thy wonders wrought,
And loving towards us is Thy thought:
If I would speak and them declare,
They more then can be numbred are.

No sacrifice Thou did'st desire,
Nor sin-oblation burnt in fire.
Thou pierc'd, and open'd hast mine eare;
To shew what gifts more pleasing were:)
Then said I; Lo, I come: Of old
The volume of the booke foretold:
Lord! I to do Thy will delight;
Yea in my heart Thy Law I write.

Thy righteousnesse my lips did teach,
Thy truth in great assemblies preach:
Thy word I hid not, or conceal'd;
But unto men Thy love reveal'd.
Thy tender mercies nere remove,
But still preserve me in Thy love:
For more in number then my haires
My sin-prest soule is vext with cares.

Be pleas'd to save, and keep me fast;
O Lord! to give me help make hast.
Let them confounded be with shame,
Who at my soules destruction aime.

Let them repulsed backe retire,
Who wish my fall, or hurt desire.
Let them be sham'd, and desolate,
Who, Fy upon thee, say in hate.

Let all that seek Thy glorious Name,
Their joyes and comforts loud proclaim
Let all, who Thy salvation love,
Say alwayes, Prais'd be God above.
Though poore, and needy I am brought
Thou not exclud'st me from Thy thought
Thou my redeemer art, & stay;
My God! O make no long delay.

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Psal. XL.