Psalm 71

O Lord, I put my trust in thee,
O put me not to shame:
Cause me to 'scape, delivering me
By thy most righteous Name.
To me be thy salvation show'd;
Give ear unto my pray'r:
Be thou my place of sure abode,
Where I may still repair.
For thou to save me gav'st command,
Thou art my rock and fort:
Save me ô God out of the hand
Of all the wicked sort.
Out of the hand of the unjust,
And of the cruell man:
Lord God in thee I hope and trust,
Ev'n since my youth began.
Thou hast upheld me from the womb,
And thou alone art he,
That took'st me from that narrow room,
My praise still waits on thee.
I am a wonder to the Town,
But thou my refuge strong:
O fill my mouth with thy renown,
And honour all day long.

2. part.
CAst me not off in these my dayes,
When old age makes me break:
Forsake me not when strength decayes,
For foes against me speak:
They have together counsell took,
Who for my soul lay wait:
Now God, say they, hath him forsook,
Pursue and take him strait.
For there is no deliverer:
O be not far from me:
O God my God do not deferre,
Make haste my help to be:
All adversaries to my soul,
That seek to hurt the same;
Confound them, and consume them whole,
And cover them with shame.
With ignominious infamy,
Let them be covered o're:
But I will hope continually
Still praise thee more and more.
My mouth thy righteousness shall show
And saving health all day:
For I thereof no numbers know,
So infinite are they.

3. Part.
WIth God the Lord's assistant might
I will couragious walk:
Thy righteousness will I recite,
And thereof only talk.
Even from my youth and infancie,
O God thou hast me taught,
And hitherto declar'd have I
The wonders thou hast wrought.
Now also Lord, when I am old,
And when my head is gray,
O do not slack, or leave thy hold,
O cast me not away,
Untill thy strength I have made know'n
Unto the present age:
To after commers every one
Till I thy pow'r presage,
Thy righteousness, O God, exceeds,
In wonderfull degree:
Thou hast performed wondrous deeds
O God who's like to thee?
Thou shew'dst me troubles great & sore,
Thy pow'r shall me revive;
And from the depths of earth restore,
And bring me up alive.
On all sides thou shalt comfort me,
My greatness thou shalt raise:
With Psaltery I'l give thanks to thee
With cheerfull songs of praise:
Yea, even thy truth and verity
O God my God alone,
And sing to thee with harp will I,
O Isr'els holy One.
Full greatly shall my lips be joy'd
When I shall sing to thee:
Thus my glad soul shall be imploy'd,
For thou redeemest me:
My tongue thy justice shall proclame
Continuing all day long:
For they are quell'd and brought to shame
That seek to do me wrong.