PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

Answer me when I call
God of my righteousness;
In straights and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall
And set at large; now spare, [ 5 ]
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prai'r.

Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn?
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity, [ 10 ]
To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain and nothing else but lies?

Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Chose to himself a part
The good and meek of heart [ 15 ]
(For whom to chuse he knows)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie.

Be aw'd, and do not sin,
Speak to your hearts alone, [ 20 ]
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness and in Jehovah trust.

Many there be that say [ 25 ]
Who yet will shew us good?
Talking like this worlds brood;
But Lord, thus let me pray,
On us lift up the light,
Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright. [ 30 ]

Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou hast put
Then when a year of glut
Their stores doth over-cloy
And from their plenteous grounds [ 35 ]
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.

In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep
For thou alone dost keep
Me safe where ere I lie: [ 40 ]
As in a rocky Cell
Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.