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Psalme. LXII.
The Argument.
This Psalme exhorth: to God to stand,Agaynst all mens pursuites:
It shewth to faith: Gods mighty hand,
Mans brags it vayne reputes.
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Shall not [illeg.] my soule: in silence looke,to God as subiect still?
From whom my helth: and helpe I tooke,
when woes my hart dyd fill?
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No dout he is my rocke and health,my fort of strength and ayde:
I trust the lesse: by foes in stealth,
to fall as one dismayde.
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How long wyll ye: wyth wycked guiles,thus me poore man inuade?
Ye all shall quayle: as wall that reales,
as rotten hedge doth fade.
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To driue hym low: they mete for this,whom God would haue excell:
They loue but lyes: theyr tonges can blisse,
theyr hartes yet curse to fell.
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But yet my soule: to God be still,in silence pacient:
And tary him: in quiet wyll,
from whom shall health be sent.
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No doubt I say: he is my strength,my health, my fortresse hye:
I feare no foyle: to shrynke at length,
where God doth fortifie.
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Wyth God is layd: my health full sure,and he my glory iust:
My rocke of strength: that wyll endure,
in God is whole my trust.
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Trust aye in hym: ye people whole,to hym poure out your hartes:
Our hope is God: O hym extoll,
he health alway impartes.
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But Adams broode: is vayne to see,mens children lyers bee:
They wayghed in schooles: ascend more hye,
more lyght then vanitie.
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Then hope ye not: (lest vayne ye be)in wrong and robbery:
If ryches flow: aboundantly,
no hart to them apply.
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God once dyd speake: and once agayne,and twyse I haue it harde:
That power is Gods: in stable raigne,
which we should all regarde.
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And that O Lord: in thee aryght,is mercy mixt also:
For thou shalt quite: to euery wyght,
in deede as he shall do.
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