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| LORD, grant, oh grant me thy compassion; | |
| For I in thee my trust haue placed; | |
| Display thy wings for my saluation, | |
| Until my greefs are over-passed. | |
| To thee I sue, Oh God most high, | 5 |
| To thee that canst all want supplie. | |
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| From their despights who seek to rend mee, | |
| Let help, O Lord! from heaven be daigned, | |
| And let thy truth and loue defend me; | |
| For I with lions am detained: | 10 |
| With men inflam’d, whose biting words | |
| Are shafts, and speares, and naked swords. | |
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| Let over heauen God’s, praise be reared, | |
| And through the world his glorie showed; | |
| For they who netts for mee prepared, | 15 |
| (They who my soul to ground had bowed,) | |
| Eu’n they within those trapps are caught, | |
| Which for my fall their hands had wrought. | |
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| Oh God! my hart now ready maketh, | |
| My hart is for thy praise preparing; | 20 |
| My tongue, my harpe, my lute awaketh, | |
| And I myselfe betimes vprearing, | |
| Will speak and sing in praise of thee, | |
| Where greatest throngs of people be. | |
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| For, Lord, thy mercies forth are stretched, | 25 |
| As farr as are the sphears extended; | |
| Thy truth unto the clouds hath reached, | |
| And thou thyself art high ascended. | |
| Let still, thy fame and praise, Oh God! | |
| Through heauen and earth be spread abrode. | 30 |
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