Psalms in Metre
   1     O God, to me take heed,
         I help of thee require;
      O Lord of hosts, with haste and speed
         help me, I thee desire.
 
   2     With shame confound them all,
         that seek my soul to spill;
      Let them be turnèd back and fail,
         that think and wish me ill.
 
   3     Let them rewarded be
         with infamy and shame,
      Who when harm happens unto me,
         do triumph at the same.
 
   4     But let them joyful be
         in thee, with joy and wealth
      Who only trust and seek to thee,
         and to thy saving health:
 
   5     That they may say always,
         in mirth and one accord,
      All glory, honour, land and praise
         be given to the Lord.
 
   6     But I am weak and poor,
         come, Lord, thy aid I lack;
      Thou art my stay and help, therefore
         make speed, and be not slack.