Psalm 4

OH God my Righteousnes, give ear;
Enlargd I was by thee:
My humble suite, now also, hear,
And pitty take on me.
Vaine Sonns of men, how long will yee
My glorie thus abuse?
Though lies you seek, assured be
That God the just will chuse.

Yea God will hear me when I cry,
Fear therfore to offend;
And, on your bedd serch privatly
Your thinckings, & amend.
Make Righteousnes your sacrifize,
On God, assurance place.
For worldly Goods, the world-ling cries;
But grant me, Lord, thy grace.

For, thou my hart hast joyed more
Then corne & wine's encrease:
Thou mak'st me safe, & I, therefore,
In thee will sleep in peace.