LORD weigh my words, and take consideration
Of my sad thoughts and silent meditation:
My God, my KINGE, bowe downe Thine eare to mee,
While I send vp mine humble prayer to Thee.
Early, before the morne doth bringe the day,
I will O Lord, look vp to Thee and pray:
For Thou with synne art neuer pleasèd well,
Nor any[184] ill may with Thy goodnes dwell:
The foole may not before Thy wisdome stand,
Nor shall the impious scape Thy wrathfull hand:
Thou wilt destroy all such as vtter lies;
Blood and deceit are odious in Thine eyes;
But, trustinge in Thy manie mercies deare,
I will approch Thy house with holy feare.
Teach me Thy plaine and righteous way to goe,
That I may neuer fall before my foe,
Whose flatteringe tongue is false and heart jmpure,
And throat, an open place of SEPULTURE.
Destroy them, Lord, and frustrate their devices,
Cast out those REBELLS for their manie vices;
But all that trust in Thee and loue Thy name,
Make them rejoyce and rescue them from shame.
Thou wilt thy blessinge to the righteous yeild
And guard them with Thy grace as with a SHEILD.
[Footnote 184: An illegible word erased here. G.]