Psal: 108 — Awake Lute and Harp I my self &c:

Sleep no more, sleep no more
My Harp and Lute
But Confute
Evermore
Those that are mute
For Thy prayse
O God all wayes
I would express
And by my Early Layes
Make my adress
That Thou my God again
Since help of man is vain
Wouldst of thy favour daign
Not to despise
This my poor Offering
Which in a Song I bring
To Thee my Lord and King
As my Harts Sacrefize
For it is Thou alone, for it is Thou alone
Treadst down mine Enemies.