Psalm 86

LOrd, hear me; for great wants I have;
My soules defender be:
My God! thy Saint, & servant save,
Who puts his trust in thee.
That, thou thy grace to me afford,
My daylie crie requires;
Thy servants hart, revive, oh Lord!
Which vp to thee aspires.

For, thou good Lord, soone pard'nest all,
Who seek thy grace to finde;
Oh! hear me (now to thee I call)
And, bear my suite in minde.
My dangers, I, to thee will show,
That thou mayst healp assigne;
For, there is no such God, as thou,
Nor any works like thine.

All nations whome thou dist creat,
Shall praise & worship thee;
For, thou alone (oh God) art great,
And, great thy wonders be.
Teach me thy waies, & in thy fear,
My soul to thee vnite:
So, never shall my hart forbear
Thy praises to indight.

I scap'd the grave, by thy large grace,
When proud & cruel foes,
(Who set not thee before their face)
To take my soul arose.
Oh God! thou art a gratious Lord,
Long-suffring, kinde, & free;
With Truth & Love, most largly stor'd:
Now therefore, pitty mee.

Return, oh Lord, & mee revive;
Let mee thy favour have:
Thy strength to me thy servant give;
Thy Handmaids of-spring save.
Yea, for my good, vouchsafe some signe,
That, all my foes may know,
I am a Favorite of thine;
And, blush, they wrong'd me soe.