Psalm 16

SAve me, oh Lord; for, I haue laid
My trustfull hope, alone, on thee:
And, to thy self, my Soul hath said,
That thou (oh Lord) her Lord shalt be.
My goods, to thee are nothing worth:
But, in their vse I will declare,
That I affect thy Saints on earth;
And, such as well-deservers are.

All they who serve another God,
Shall gaine encrease of greefs & blame;
Their drinck-oblation staind with bloud,
I'le nor prefer, nor speake their Name.
God is my birth-right, & my share;
He fills my Cupp; maintaines my Lot;
Faire portions, my divisions are,
And pleasant places I have gott.

The Lord be praisd, who wrought it so:
For, he in this, did me advize.
My Reines, by night, inform'd me to;
And, God I place before mine eyes.
Who stands at my right-hand so near,
That, me no fears of chaing molest:
It both my hart & voice, doth cheare;
My flesh likewise, in hope doth rest.

For, Lord, thou neither wilt permit
That left in hell my soul should lie;
Nor wilt thou suffer in the Pitt,
Thy holy-one to putrifie.
But (through lifes path-way) me shalt bring,
Where, in thy sight (at thy right hand)
All Ioyes, and each delightfull thinge
For ever, & for ever, stand.

Another of the same.
PReserve me Lord; for, I on thee depend;
And, for her Lord, my soul professes thee.
Though to thy self, my wealth no profit lend,
Thy Saints on earth, my love shall therby see.
But, they shall feel their sorrow still encreased,
Whose offrings are to other Gods addressed.

Their bloudie-drinck-oblation to present,
Or, with my lipps so name them, I disdaine:
Thou art my Lott, where with I am content;
Thou for my cupp, a portion shalt maintaine.
To me, the Lines a goodly share divided;
And praisd be God, that me so well hath guided.

My reines likewise, instruct me in the night:
Before mine eyes, the Lord still seemes to stand;
And, sure, I shall preserved be vpright,
Because, the Lord remaines at my right-hand.
It glads my hart; with joy my tongue now singeth;
And, hopefull rest, vnto my fleash it bringeth.

For why; my soul thou shalt not leave in hell,
Nor let thy holy-one corruption see:
But, vnto me, thy path of life reveal,
Which thither tends, wher joies perfections be;
Ev'n thither, where at thy right-hand attending,
Those plaesures are, which never shal haue ending.