Heare (Lord my strength!) the crie I make to Thee!
I am but dead, if Thou seeme deafe to mee:
Heare, when with humble prayer, I Thee entreat,
With lifted hands before Thy mercy seate.
But rancke me not with those which wicked are,
Whose lipps speake peace, whose hearts are full of warr;
Accordinge to their actions let them speed,
And as their merrit is, soe make their need;
For that they see Thy workes, and yet neglect them,
Thou shall destroy and neuer more erect them:
The Lord bee praisd Who hath vouchsaft to heare,
And lend unto my prayer a gracious eare;
HIS SHEILD protects, His strength doth mee aduance;
My tongue shall sing His praise, my heart shall dance;
Hee to His seruants, force, and vertue, giues;
Through Him in safetie His annoynted liues.
Saue Thy peculier people, Lord! and blesse them,
And lift their heads aboue them that oppresse them.