Psalm 7

1. Part.
O Lord my God, I do repose
My confidence in thee;
From all my persecuting foes,
Save and deliver mee.
Lest, like a Lyon, cruelly,
My soul he piece-meal rend,
And teare it, while no Saviour's by
To succour and defend.
O Lord my God, if I have done,
This treasonable act;
Or if my hands have ere begun
So treacherous a fact.
If I to him rewarded ill,
That was with me at peace;
(Yea, I did still, by my good will,
My causlesse foe release)
Then let my foe pursue my soul,
And take, and tread it down;
Trampling my life with proud controul,
And bury my renown.

II. Part.
RIse Lord in wrath, lift up thy hand,
Because my foes so storm;
The Judgement which thou didst cōmand,
Awaking now perform.
Then shall th' Assembly generally
Themselves to me betake;
Return therefore, and sit on high,
Even for this peoples sake.
His peoples cause the Lord will trie,
O let my Judgement bee
According to th' integritie
And righteousnesse in mee.
O put a finall period
To lewd mens wickednesse:
As for the righteous men, ô God,
Establish them no lesse.
The righteous God tries heart & reins,
And every secret part:
And my defence is by his means,
Who saves the upright heart.

3. Part.
WIth Judgement will the Lord be sure
The righteous to repay:
And with the lewd and wicked doer,
God's angry every day.
Unlesse he speedily repent,
His glittering sword is whet:
His angry bow the Lord hath bent,
And hath it ready set.
He hath prepared deadly darts,
Determining to shoot
Choice arrowes at the vip'rous hearts
Of those that persecute.
Behold how with iniquitie
He travailes in his thought,
Conceiving mischief craftily,
And falshood forth hath brought.
He made a pit, in digging which
Great pains himself did take;
And now is fall'n into the ditch
Which he himself did make.
Upon his own head shall reboun•
His mischiefe, spite, and hate;
His violent dealing shall come down,
And light upon his pate.
Unto the Lord give thanks will I,
For all his righteous waies;
And to the Name of God most high,
Sing chearfull songs of praise.