1 Who vnder the Most High Himselfe doth hide, In most assurèd safety shall abide. 2 Thou art, O Lord, my hope and my defence, My God, in Thee is all my confidence. 3 Hee shall preserue thee from the hunter's snare, And from the pestilent contagious aier. 4 His winges shall both protect and cherish thee, His faithfull promise shall thy buckler bee. 5 Noe terror of the night shall thee dismay, Nor Satan's arrow flyinge in the day, 6 Nor mortall plague, which in the darke annoyes, Nor that ill angell which at none[241] destroyes.[242] 7 Thousands, ten thousands shall about thee fall, Yet noe such ill shall thee approach at all; 8 Yea with thine eyes thou shalt behould and see, The iust reward of such as impious bee; 9 Thou art my hope, I will on Thee rely, Thy tower of safety, Lord, is sett soe high. 10 Noe mischeefe, noe mischance shall thee betide No plague come near the place where Thou shalt bide. 11 The Lord His angells will Thy keepers make, In all Thy righteous wayes which thou shalte take; 12 They in their hands shall thee sustaine and stay That Thou shalt neuer stumble in thy way. 13 Uppon the basilisk and adder's head, Dragon and lyon thou shalt safely tread. 14 Thy loue to Mee shall saue thee from mischance, Thy knowledge of My name shall thee aduance. 15 I will him hear, and help him in His trouble; I will protect him and his honour duble. With length of dayes, hee satisfied shall bee, And hee at last shall My saluation see. [Footnote 241: Noon? G.] [Footnote 242: _Sic._ Qu: = departs? G.] PSALM XCV.[243] Come let vs hartily reioyce and singe To God our mightie Sauiour, and our Kinge; Present the prayse which doth to Him belonge, And show our gladnes in a cheerfull songe; For God our Lord, the greatest God is Hee, And Monarch of all gods that worshipt bee. The Earth's round globe, Hee holdeth in His hand: And th' highest mountaynes are at His command. The sea is His, Hee hath it made of old, And the dry land His blessed hands did mould: Come let vs worship then, and humble fall Before our mightie God which made vs all. Hee is our Lord, and wee His people bee; Our shepheard, and His proper sheep are wee. This day yf you His holy voice will heare, Let not your hearts bee hardned as they were, When in the desert you His wrath did moue, And temptinge Him His mightie power did proue. Full forty yeeres this nation greeud mee so, Their erringe harts My wayes would neuer know; Therefore displeas'd by oath I did protest They neuer should possesse my Land of rest. [Footnote 243: Written in the centre of the page XCV. G.] PSALM C.