Lord! how my foes in number doe encrease, That rise against mee, to disturbe my peace! MANY there are which to my soule haue said, His God to him not safety yeilds nor aid; But God is my defence, my SUCCOUR nigh, My glory, and my head Hee lifteth High: To Him with earnest praier appealèd I, And from His Holy Hill Hee heard my crie: I layed mee downe and slept, and rose againe, For mee the Lord doth euermore sustaine: Though Thousand of my foes besett mee round, Noe feare of them my courage shall confound: Rise Lord! and saue mee; Thou hast giuen a stroke On my foes cheeke, that all his teeth are broke: SALUATION cometh from this Lord of ours, Who blessings on His people daily powers. PSALM IV. O GOD! whose righteousnes by grace is mine, A gracious eare vnto my voyce encline: Thou that hast set mee free when I was thrall, Bee mercifull, and heare my prayer withall. Vaine, worldly men, how long will yee dispise God's honnour, and His truth, and trust in lies? God for Himselfe, the good man doth select, And when I crie Hee doth not mee reject. Bee angrie, but be angrie without synne; Try your owne hearts in silence, close within. To God, of godly workes, an offeringe make, Then trust in Him that will not His forsake. For that which good is, many seeke and pray, 'And who shall shew the same to vs'? say they, Lord! shew to vs thy countenance diuine, And cause the BEAMES thereof on vs to shyne: Soe shall my heart more joyfull bee and glad, Then if encrease of corne and wine I had. To peace therefore lye downe will I and sleepe[183] For God alone doth mee in safetie keepe. [Footnote 183: 'rest' is written and erased here. G.] PSALM V. LORD weigh my words, and take consideration Of my sad thoughts and silent meditation: My God, my KINGE, bowe downe Thine eare to mee, While I send vp mine humble prayer to Thee. Early, before the morne doth bringe the day, I will O Lord, look vp to Thee and pray: For Thou with synne art neuer pleasèd well, Nor any[184] ill may with Thy goodnes dwell: The foole may not before Thy wisdome stand, Nor shall the impious scape Thy wrathfull hand: Thou wilt destroy all such as vtter lies; Blood and deceit are odious in Thine eyes; But, trustinge in Thy manie mercies deare, I will approch Thy house with holy feare. Teach me Thy plaine and righteous way to goe, That I may neuer fall before my foe, Whose flatteringe tongue is false and heart jmpure, And throat, an open place of SEPULTURE. Destroy them, Lord, and frustrate their devices, Cast out those REBELLS for their manie vices; But all that trust in Thee and loue Thy name, Make them rejoyce and rescue them from shame. Thou wilt thy blessinge to the righteous yeild And guard them with Thy grace as with a SHEILD.