Psalm 91

WHo, in the Closet, & the shade
Of God almighty, still resides;
Is, by his Highnes, fearles made,
And, alway, safe with him abides.
For, I confesse, the Lord hath binn
A Fortresse, & a Rock to mee;
My God, alone, I trusted in,
And, he my trust shall all waies be.

He will, no doubt, secure thee from
The Fowlers traps, & noysome Pest:
His wings, thy shelter shall become;
Thou shalt, beneath his feathers rest.
Thou, for thy Sheild his Truth shalt bear,
And, nothing then shall thee dismay;
Not that, which wee at Midnight fear,
Nor any shaft that flies by day.

No secret plague offend thee shall,
Nor what in publike wasts the Land;
Though at thy side a thousand fall,
And tenn tymes more, at thy right-hand.
But, thou shalt live to mark & see,
The due reward of men vniust;
For, God (most high) will favour thee,
Because, in him thou putst thy trust.

No mischeef, shall to thee betide,
Nor any plague thy house infect;
For, he doth Angell-gards provide,
Which in thy waies will thee protect.
Their hands, will thee vprightly lead,
And from thy Paths, all harmes expell:
Thou shalt on Aspes, & Lions tread,
On Lions younge, on Dragons fell.

For, seeing his delight I am,
I will (saith God) be still his garde:
And, since he knowes my holy Name,
To honours high, he shall be rear'd.
When he doth call, an ear I'le give,
In troubles, I with him, will be;
On earth, he longe shall honor'd live,
And, he my saving-health shall see.

Another of the same.
WHo, resteth in the shade of God most high,
Within his privy-Chambers is reposed:
And, therfor, in my selfe, thus mused I;
Thee, as a Fort, thy God hath round enclosed,
And, is that Rock on which thou shalt rely.

For, he no doubt, wil thy defender be
From fowlers netts, & pestilent infection:
He, with his wings will overshaddowe thee;
His Feathers, wil become thy safe protection;
And, for thy Sheild, his Truth provideth he.

No fear, that lurks in darknes, thee shal fright
No arrow, that abrode by day-time flieth:
No secret plague, that walks about by night,
Nor that which in the street, at noon-day slayeth,
Shal make thee fear, how nigh soe're it light.

A thousand faint, & sinck beside thee, shall,
At thy right-hand, ten thousand breathles lieng:
And yet, thou shalt receive no harme at all;
But, only, see God's Iustice, by espieng
The due reward of sinners, in their fall.

For, thou dost hope in him; &, therfore hee
(Ev'n God that is most hye, & most excelling)
Wil neither let thee wrong'd, nor harmed be,
Nor suffer any plague to touch thy dwelling;
But, place his gard of Angells, over thee.

They in thy waies, will thee conduct along,
And in their hands, vphold thee, as thy leaders;
That not a stone shal do thy footing wrong.
Yea, thou vnhurt, shalt sett thy foot on adders,
On dragons, & on lions, old & yong.

For, him, that mee doth love (th' Almighty sayes)
I will secure from sorrowes & oppression:
That man, likewise, to honour I wil raise,
Who knowes my Name, & lives in that profession;
And, I will give an answere when he prayes.

In troublous times, to him I will be nigh,
And out of all his cares, I will repreeve him;
Him, I will blesse, & greatlie dignify:
His fill of dayes, I will, moreover, give him;
And, granr him grace, to live eternally.