Psalm 27

God is my Saviour, my cleare light:
Who then can my repose affright?
Or what appeare
Worth such a feare,
My life protected by his Might?
Vaine hatred, vaine their power,
That would my life devoure.

These fell, when they against me fought:
The Wicked suffer'd what they sought.
Though troops of foes
At once in close,
Of feare I would not lodge a thought:
Should Armies compasse me;
So confident in thee.

One thing I have, and shall request;
That I may in thy Mansion rest,
Till Death surprize
My closing eyes:
That they may on thy beauty feast;
That in thy Temple still
I may enquire thy Will.

When stormes arise on every side,
He will in his Pavillion hide:
How ever great,
In that retreat
I shall conceal'd and safe abide.
He, to resist their shocke,
Hath fixt me on a Rocke.

Now is my head advanc'd, renown'd
Above my foes, who gird me round;
That in my Tent
I may present
My sacrifice with Trumpets sound:
There I thy praise will sing,
Set to a well-tun'd string.

O heare thou my afflicted cry;
Extend thy pitty, and reply.
When thus the Lord
In sweet accord;
Seeke thou my Face with searching Eye.
Directed by thy Grace,
Lord, I will seeke thy Face.

Thy Face O therefore never hide!
Nor in thine anger turne aside
From him that hath
Serv'd thee with faith.
Forsake me not, my ancient Guide;
So oft in dangers knowne:
O leave me not alone.

Although my Parents should forsake;
Yet, Lord, thou wouldst to Harbour take.
O lest I stray
Teach me thy Way,
And in thy Precepts perfect make:
Because my enemies
Watch like so many Spies.

Expose me not to their desire;
For lying witnesses conspire,
Who in their breath
Beare Wrath and Death.
My Soule had sunke beneath their ire,
But that I did relye
On thy benignity.

In hope to see (within the Land
Of those that live) thy saving hand.
He shall impart
Strength to thy heart.
Wait on the Lord, undanted stand;
His heavenly Will attend,
Who timely aide will send.