And from deathe's jawes to rescue them with speed. Our soules with patience for the Lord haue staid, Who is our only sheild, support and aid; Our hearts shall Him as our true joy embrace, For wee our only trust in Him doe place. Thy mercie Lord to us exceeded bee, According to the hope wee haue in Thee. [Footnote 213: Qu: = sphere? G.] PSALM XXXIV. Lord euermore will I giue thankes to Thee, And in my mouth Thy praise shall euer bee; My soule shall boast that shee Thy seruant is, The humble shall be glad to heare of this; Come then, O come, and let vs praise the Lord, And magnifie His name with sweet accord. I sought the Lord by prayer which He did heare, And saued mee from that ill my soule did feare. Looke towards God, thou shalt enlightenèd bee, And no foule shame shall euer light on thee. The poor man's crie, the Lord doth quickly heare, And doth for all his trubles quitt him cleare; Such as feare God His Angell guards them all, From euery mischeife that may them befall. O taste the Lord, and see how sweet Hee is, The man that trusts in Him liues still in bliss. O feare the Lord, yee that are SAINTS of His, Who feare the Lord noe needfull thinge shall misse. Rich become poore, and lyons hungrie bee, But such as feare the Lord noe want shall see. Come then yee children, listen and giue eare, And I will teach you this religious feare: What man art thou that longest long to liue, And wouldst that GOD to thee good dayes should giue; Refraine thy tongue from speaking ill the while, And from thy lipps let there proceed noe guile; Doe that is good, decline from that is ill, Seeke peace with God and men, and hould it still. Upon good men God casts a gentle eye, And bends a gentle eare unto their crye. But to the wicked shewes an angrie browe, Till they bee quite exterpèd, root and bow;[214] But when the righteous cry, the Lord doth heare them And from all trubles absolutely cleare them; God's present helpe the Lord['s own folk] doth finde, And such Hee saues as are of humble minde. The righteous into many trubles fall, But God's sweet mercy brings them out of all; Their very bones so keepe and count doth Hee, As not one broken nor one lost, shall bee. But some foule death shall on the wicked light, And they which hate the just, shall perish quite; But of his seruants, GOD the SAUIOUR is; They trust in Him, their hope they cannot misse. [Footnote 214: = 'bough.' G.] PSALM XXXV.