Psalm 102

LOrd hear my prayer, and let my cry
Come speedily to thee:
In day of my calamity
Hide not thy face from me.
Incline thine ear invok'd to day,
Thine answer quick return;
My days as smoke consume away,
My bones hearth-like do burn.
My heart like grass is withered,
With deep and dolefull grones;
While I forget to eat my bread,
My skin cleaves to my bones.
The Pelican of wilderness
And deserts Owl I match:
And Sparrow-like companionless,
On houses top I watch.
I all day long am made a scorn
To my malicious foes;
The mad men are against me sworn,
Against me that arose:
For bread I do the ashes eat,
My drink with weeping mixt:
Because thine indignation great
And anger comes betwixt.
For down thou hast thy servant cast,
First having rais'd me high:
Like fleeting shade my days are past,
Like with'ring grass am I.
But thou, O Lord, dost still indure
From all mutation free:
To ev'ry generation sure
Shall thy remembrance be.

2. Part.
THou shalt arise and mercy yet
To Sion mount extend:
Her time for favour which was set
Is now come to an end.
Thy Saints take pleasure in her stones,
Her dust to them is dear;
All heathen lands and kingly thrones
Thy names renown shall fear.
Gods shining glory shall appear,
When Sion he repairs:
He shall regard and lend his ear
Unto the needies pray'rs.
Their humble pray'r he will not scorn,
This thing we will record;
For future ages yet unborn,
That they may praise the Lord.
He look'd from height of's holy throne
The earth view'd from the skie:
To hear the pris'ners dolefull grone,
And save the doom'd to die.
Both Sion and Jerusalem
His name and praise record:
When lands and people all of them
Meet there to praise the Lord.
My strength he weakned in the way,
My lingring days decay'd:
My God, O take me not away
Amid'st my days, I said.
Thy yeers throughout all ages last,
Of old time thou hast laid
The earths foundation firm and fast,
Thy hands the heav'ns have made.
They perish as old garment wears,
But thou shalt still indure:
As vestures thou shalt change their spheres,
And chang'd they shall be sure.
Thou art the same of endless years:
Thy servants sonnes survive
Their seed before thy face appears,
Establish'd still alive.