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.

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