In Thee, O Lord! haue I put all my trust, Then rescue mee from shame, as Thou art just; Giue eare, and soone from perill sett mee free; Bee Thou a Rocke and stronge defence to mee; Thou art my Rocke and Castle when I stray; Bee Thou my Guide, and leade mee in the way. Thou art my strength; O cleare mee from that net Which priuily my foes for mee haue sett! Into Thy hands[211] my soule I doe committ: LORD GOD of truth Thou hast redeemèd it. I hate all those which in vain lies delight, For all my trust is in the Lord of might. Thy mercies glad my heart: for in my woe Thou hast vouchsaft my [weary] soule to knowe. Thou hast not left mee prisoner with my foe, But sett me free that I at large may goe. Yeild to my trubles mercifull releife, My eares waxe deafe, my heart doth melt with greife. Few are my yeares, in number to be tould, Yet sorrow, care, and greife, hath made mee ould; My strength with prayer and anguish doth decay, My joynts growe weake, my bones consume away; I am a scorne to all my enimies, But specially my NEIGHBOURS mee dispise; My very presence did my friends affright, And all my ould acquaintance shun my sight. I am forgott as if I buried lay, And viler then a broken pott of clay. I heard the waylings of the multitude And trembled while they did my death conclude; But all my hope hath beene O Lord in Thee, Whome I professe my only Lord to bee; My tyme is in Thy hand, O doe not leaue Mee in their hands which would my life bereue. O turne to mee the brightnes of Thy face, And saue mee through Thy mercy and Thy grace; Make not mee blush which did invoke Thy name, But put my foes to silence and to shame; And let the lipps bee dumbe which vtter lyes Against the righteous in spightfull-wise. O what blessings, dost Thou keepe in store For them that feare and loue Thee euermore; Thou shalt protect them from the great men's pride, And in Thy Tent from stormes of tongues them hide. Blest bee the Lord Whose mercies manifold Doe keepe mee safer then the strongest hold; When I with passion was transported quite, I said I was sequester'd from His sight; And yet for all my weaknes, heard was I, When to my MAKER I did make my crie. Loue Him yee SAINTS of His who guardeth those Who trust in Him: and pay'st[212] their proudest foes. Yee that rely on Him be strong of hart And Hee to you shall heauenly strength jmpart. [Footnote 211: In MS. another example of the contraction-sign of 'es' with 'e' preceding. Cf. prefatory Note, as _supra_. G.] [Footnote 212: This word has been altered in the MS. by the (original) writer, and the reading cannot be very certainly made out; but I read pay'st = plenteously rewarded. G.] PSALM XXXII.