Psalme. 130.
1
Ovt of the deepe to thee I cry'd,
therefore O Lord heare thou my voice,
Oh let thine eares to me be ty'd,
that I in thee may still reioyce.
2
If thou O Lord wilt be seuere,
to note in me what is amisse:
Thy iudgments I might iustly feare,
dispairing of thy heauenly blisse.
3
But thou art mercyfull O God,
and still thy grace doth most abound:
To them that reuerence thy rod,
thy fauour euer wil be found.
4
On thee O Lord I did attend,
and in thy word repos'd my trust:
Till thou thy light to me did'st send,
and raise me vp euen from the dust.
5
Trust in the Lord, O Israell,
his mercies rich as sands on shore:
Redemption great with him doth dwell,
in bounteous plenty: plenteous store.
6
Then he from sinne will thee redeeme,
and ransome home, from foule offence:
Houlding thee in as great esteeme,
as Adam in his innocence.
