Classic Poem

PSALM XXVIII .

Ad te, Domine clamabo.

1.

To Thee, O Lord, my cry I send;
O my strength, stop not Thine eare,
Least if answer Thou forbeare,
I be like them that descend
To the pitt, where flesh doth end.

2.

Therfore while that I may cry,
While I that way hold my hands,
Where Thy sanctuary stands,
To Thy self those words apply,
Which from suing voice do fly.

3.

Link not me in self same chain
With the wicked-working folk,
Who their spotted thoughts do cloak.
Neighbors friendly entertain,
When in hearts they malice meane.

4.

Spare not them, giue them reward,
As their deeds haue purchas'd it,
As deserues their wicked witt;
Fare they as their hands haue far'd,
Even so be their guerdon shar'd.

5.

To thy works they giue no ey;
Let them be thrown down by Thee,
Let them not restored be;
But let me giue prayses high
To the Lord that heares my cry.

6.

That God is my strength, my shield,
All my trust on Him was sett,
And so I did safety gett;
So shall I with joy be filld,
So my songs His lauds shall yeeld.

7.

God on them His strength doth lay
Who His anoynted helped haue;
Lord, then still Thy people saue,
Blesse Thyne heritage, I say,
Feed and lift them vp for aye.