Psalm 116

My Soule intirely shall affect
The Lord, whose eares my grones respect.
In misery
He heard thy cry;
To him thy Prayers direct.

Sorrows of Death my Soule assail'd;
The greedy jawes of Hell prevail'd:
Deprest with griefe,
When all reliefe,
And humane pitty fail'd;

I cri'd; My God, O looke on me;
Thou ever Just, th'afflicted free.
O from the Grave
Thy Servant save;
For mercy lives in thee.

The Innocent, and long distrest;
The humble minde by wrongs opprest;
Thy Favour still
Preserves from ill:
My Soule then take thy rest.

God staid my feet, and dry'd my teares;
Redeem'd from Death, and deadly feares:
That still I might
Walke in his sight,
And number many yeares.

Thus with a firme beliefe I prai'd:
Yet in extreames of trouble said;
All on the Earth
Of mortall birth,
Even all of Lies are made.

What shall I unto God restore
For all his Mercies? Fall before
His holy Throne,
And him alone
With sacred Rites adore.

I will performe my Vowes this day,
Where they frequent, who God obey.
Right precious is
The Death of His:
He sees, and will repay.

Lord, I am thine, thy Hand-maids Seed;
By Thee from raging Tyrants freed.
My Prayers shall rise
In Sacrifice;
My thanks thy Altar feed.

I will performe my Vowes this day,
Where thy frequent who God obey:
Even in his Court;
Within thy Fort,
Renowned Solyma.