Psalm 86

My God, thy Suppliant heare;
Afford a gentle Eare:
For I am comfortlesse,
And labour in distresse.
My righteous Soule relieve,
So readie to forgive.
Thy Servant, Lord, defend;
Whose hopes on Thee depend.
Me from the Grave restore,
Who daily Thee implore:
From wasting Sorrow free
The Heart long vow'd to Thee.
For thou art God alone,
To tender pity prone,
Propitious unto all,
Who on thy Mercy call.
O heare my fervent prayer,
And take me to thy care:
Then ready to be found,
When troubles most abound.
What God, like Thee, O Lord,
Of all by men ador'd!
Or underneath the Sun,
Such miracles hath done.
Zeale shall all hearts inflame
T'adore and praise thy Name.
For thou art God alone;
Thy Power in Wonders shown.
Direct me in thy Way;
So shall I never stray.
My thoughts from Tempests cleare;
Vnited in thy Feare.
My Soule shall celebrate
Thy Praise; thy Power relate.
That hast advanc'd my head,
And rais'd me from the Dead.
The Proud against me rise,
And pow'rfull Enemies
(All Rebels to thy Will)
My guiltlesse bloud would spill.
But, O thou King of kings,
From Thee sweet Mercy springs;
Still gracious, slow to wrath;
True to thy Servants Faith.
Lord, for thy Mercies sake,
Into thy bosome take:
Thy Hand-maids Son O save
From the devouring Grave!
Some happy Signe expose
To my ashamed Foes;
That they thy Hate may see
To them; thy Love to me.