Psalm 36

When I the bold Transgressor see,
My thoughts thus whisper unto me,
He never feard the Lord:
He smooths himselfe in his owne eyes,
Till his secure impieties
Become of all abhorr'd.

Their words are vaine, and full of guile:
They Wisdome from their hearts exile;
Forsaken Vertue hate:
Who mischiefe on their beds contrive;
Through by-wayes to bad ends arrive,
And vices propagate.

Thy Mercy, Lord, is thron'd on high;
And thy approv'd Fidelity
The loftie Skie transcends:
Thy Justice like a Mountaine steepe;
Thy Judgements an unfathom'd Deepe;
Who man and beast defends.

O Lord, how precious is thy Grace!
The sonnes of men, their comfort place,
Beneath thy shady wings:
They with thy Houshold dainties shall
Be fully satisfi'd, and all
Drinke of thy pleasant Springs.

For O! from thee the Fountaine flowes,
Which endlesse Life on thine bestowes;
Inlightned with thy Light.
On such as known thee showre thy Grace;
O let thy Justice those embrace,
Who are in heart upright.

Let not the feet of Pride defeat;
Nor such as are in mischiefe great
My guiltlesse Soule surprize.
The workers of iniquity
Are falne like Meteors from the skie:
Cast downe, no more to rise.