Psalm 4

O God that art my righteousnesse,
Heare when I call to thee:
In wofull time of my distresse,
Thou hast inlarged mee.
Have mercy and attentive bee,
Unto the pray'r I frame:
O sonnes of men, how long will yee
My glory turn to shame?
How long will yee vain things affect,
And follow after lies?
Know that the Saint is Gods select,
And he will hear my cryes.
All sinfull courses set apart,
And stand in awfull dread;
In silence commune with your heart,
Upon your secret bed.
For incense offer innocence,
And righteousnesse present:
And wholly put your confidence
In God omnipotent
What way they may themselves advance
Great multitudes inquire:
But Lord thy shining Countenance
Is all that we desire.
For thou hast made my heart to feast
With sacred comforts more,
Then worldlings when they were increast
With Corne and Wine good store.
I'l both lie down sweet rest to take,
And also sleep secure:
For onely thou, ô Lord, dost make
My dwelling safe and sure.