Psalms of David 28

28
Ad te, Domine, clamabo.
Psalm XXVIII.
T. S.
1Thou art, O Lord my strength and stay,
the succour which I crave:
Neglect me not, lest I be like
to them that go to grave.
2My voice and supplications hear,
when unto thee I cry,
When I lift up my hands unto
thy holy ark most high.
3Repute me not among those Men
in sin that take their fill:
That speak right fair unto their Friends,
but think in heart full ill.
4According to those wicked deeds
which they did most regard:
And after their Inventions
let them receive reward.
5Because they never mind the words
of God, he will therefore
Instead of building of them up,
destroy them evermore.
6To render thanks unto the Lord
how great a cause have I,
My voice, my Prayer and my complaint,
that heard so willingly.
7He is my shield and fortitude,
my Buckler in distress:
My hope, my help, my heart’s relief,
my song shall him confess.
8He is our strength and our defence,
our foes for to resist:
The Health and the Salvation
of his elect by Christ.
9Thy People and thine heritage,
Lord, bless, guide and preserve:
Increase them Lord, and rule their hearts,
that they may never swerve.

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Psalms of David 28: MP1562

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