Psalm LXXXVI

Bow down thine ear, O Lord,
Hear me, for I am poor

And in distress: Yet I am thine,
Preserve my soul therefore.
My God, thy servant save,
Who doth on thee rely;

Be merciful to me, O Lord,
Who daily to thee cry.

Rejoyce thy servant's soul,
For unto thee, O Lord,
Do I lift up my soul, in hope
That thou wilt help afford.

For thou, O Lord, art good,
And ready to forgive:
And rich in mercy; and all those
That seek thee, dost relieve.

Give ear to my request,
My praying voice attend;

I'le call on thee when troubles come,
For thou wilt answer send.

Among the Gods, O Lord,
None may with thee compare;
Neither among the works they do,
Any like thy works are.

All nations made by thee,
Shall come and reverently
Worship before thee, our great God,
And thy name magnifie.

For thou art high and great,
And wondrous things hast done;
Besides thee there's no other God,
For thou art God alone.

Teach me thy truth and way,
And I'le walk in the same;
Unite my heart, Lord, unto thee,
To fear thy holy name.

My God, with all my heart
To thee will I give praise,
And I the glory will ascribe
Unto thy name always.

For thy mercy to me
In greatness doth excel;
Thou hast delivered my soul
Both from the Grave and Hell.

The proud against me rise,
Terrible men are met
In troops, that seek my life; but thee
Before them have not set.

But full of pity, Lord,
And gracious thou art found;
Thou art long-suffering, and in truth
And mercy dost abound.

O turn thee unto me,
And mercy on me have;
Strengthen thy servant, and the Son
Of thine own handmaid save.

Shew me some sign for good,
That all my foes may see,
And be asham'd, because thou, Lord,
Dost help and comfort me.