Mee thy poore seruant Lord! preserue and saue, For all my trust in Thee repos'd I haue: Lord! said my soule, Thou art my GOD, to Thee My goods are nothinge when they offered bee; But my delight[s] are in those saints of Thine, Which liue on Earth, and doe in vertue shine; But they which runn to worshipp idolls vaine, Shall multiply their sorrow and their paine. Of their blood offerings will I not pertake, Nor of their names shall my lipps mention make. The portion of mine heritage and cupp Is God Himselfe who houlds and keepes[190] mee upp; In a faire ground to mee my lott did chance, Soe I possesse a rich Inheritance: Thankes[191] bee to God His warninge giues mee light, My raynes with paine doe chasten me by night; I looke to God in my endeauors all, Hee stands soe neare mee that I cannot fall; This hath my heart and tongue with joyes possest, And now my flesh in hope to rise, shall rest; My soule shall not be buryed in the graue, Nor shall Thy Holy One corruption haue; Shew mee the path of life; for in Thy sight Doth endles pleasure rest and full delight. [Footnote 190: Another example of 'e' before the contraction-sign of 'es.' G.] [Footnote 191: In full 'es' here, as before. Having now given several examples of the arbitrary use of the 's,' and 'es' in full and by contraction-sign, it will not be needful to note more in the sequel. G.] PSALM XVII. Heare my just cause Lord! heare my prayer and crie, Which come from lipps not vs'd to faine or lie: Lord, let my sentence from Thy mouth be giuen, For Thou regards't things only just and euen;[192] In the darke night of my aduersitie, Thou did'st my heart examine, proue and trie; And yet vpon this triall did'st not finde My heart or tongue to any ill enclinde: For that their workes against Thy Word are done I doe their wayes which tende to ruine, shunn. Lord! in Thy pathes doe Thou my goings guide, Lest in this slippery life my footstepps slide: Thy name haue I invok't, Thou shalt mee heare And to my humble words incline Thy eare; O Sauiour! of all those that trust in Thee Thy mercies full of wonder shew to mee; Preserue mee as the apple of Thine eye, Under Thy winges in safetie let me lie; Saue mee from them which Thy right hand oppose, And from my ungodly circumuenting foes; Their fatt estates doe them soe fortifie As they presume to speake proud words and high; In all my wayes in wait for mee hee lies, To cast mee downe hee downewards casts his eyes Euen like a lyon, watching for his prey, Or lyon's whelpes which lurke beside the way. Vp Lord! defeat, defeat this foe of mine, That wicked man who is a sword of Thyne; From wordly men vouchsafe my soule to saue, Who in their mortall life their portion haue; Whose bellies with Thy treasure Thou dost fill,