Heare me, O heare me, when I call,
O God God of my equity:
Thou sett’st me free when I was thrall,
Have mercy therefore still on me,
And harken how I pray to thee.
O men, whose fathers were but men,
Till when will ye my honor high
Stain with your blasphemies? till when
Such pleasure take in vanity,
And only hunt where lies do ly?
Yet know this to, that God did take
When he chose me, a godly one:
Such one, I say, that when I make
My cryeng plaintes to him alone,
He will give good eare to my moane.
O tremble then with awfull will:
Sinne from all rule in you depose,
Talk with your harts and yet be still:
And when your chamber you do close,
Your selves, yet to your selves disclose.
The sacrifices sacrifie
Of just desires, on justice staid
Trust in that Lord that cannot ly.
Indeed full many folkes have said,
From whence shall come to us such aid?
But Lord lift thou upon our sight
The shining cleerenes of thy face:
Where I have found more hartes delight,
Then they whose store in harvests space
Of grain and wine fills stoaring place.
So I in peace and peacefull blisse
Will lay me down and take my rest:
For it is thou Lord, thou it is,
By pow’r of whose own onely brest
I dwell, laid up in safest neast.