The Lord giue eare to thee in thy distresse! And bee thy Sheilde, when trubles thee oppresse! And let His help come downe from heauen for thee! And strength from Syon Hill imparted bee! Let Him remember, and accept withall, Thine offerings and thy sacrifices all; And of His bountie euermore fulfill Thy hearts desire; and satisfie thy will. But wee will glory in our great God's name And joy in our saluation through the same; And pray unto the Lord our God, that Hee The effect of all thy prayers will graunt to thee. Hee now I know will heare, and helpe will bringe, With His strong hand to His annoynted KINGE; On chariots some, on horses some, rely, But wee inuoke the name of God Most High. Those others are bowed downe and fall full lowe, When wee are risen and vpright doe goe. Saue us O Lord of Heauen! and heare us thence, When wee inuoke Thy name for our defence. PSALM XXI. Glad is the kinge, and joyfull is his hart, That Thou O Lord, his strength and safety art; That Thou hast giuen him what his heart desired, And not denied him what his lipps required; Preuentinge him with blessings manifould, And crowninge him with pure refinèd gould. Hee askt Thee life, Thou gauest him length of daies, Euen endlesse life, to giue Thee endlesse praise; His safety, through Thy prouidence deuine With honour great and glorie makes him shine; Blisse without end Thou wilt to him jmpart, The sunn-beames of Thy face will cheare his hart: For in Thy mercy hee doth trust withall, Which stayes his stepps that hee shall neuer fall; But Thy long hand shall reach Thy flyinge foe And finde him when he most secure doth goe; Thine enimies shall (when kindled is Thine ire) As in a furnace be consumed with fire; Their ofspringe from the Earth shall rotted bee, Their second generation non shall see: For against Thee and Thine their councell was, Yet could not bringe their wicked plott to passe, But turn'd their backes and put themselues to chase, When Thou hadst bent Thy bowe against their face; Bee pleased in Thine owne strength Thyselfe to raise, Soe shall wee Lord, Thy power and mercie praise. PSALM XXII.