Psalm 28

OH Lord My strength, I crie to thee,
Give eare, & Silence do not keep:
Lest, not vnlike to those I be,
Which downe descend, into the deep.
Observe my Cries, & what I pray,
When to thine Arke, my hands I rear:
With sinners, pluck me not, away,
Who speake of peace, yet purpose warr.

Give them what their ill deeds require;
As they deserve, so them reward.
For their lew'd works, pay them their hire,
Because, thy works they nought regard.
Yea, seeing they thy works despize,
Destroy them, never to be raisd:
But, hear my suite, & heed my cries,
And be thou, Lord, for ever praisd.

For, thou art, Lord, my sheild, mine ayde;
My strength, of whome I hopeful am:
Therof, my hart is well apaid,
And, of thy praise, my Songs I frame.
Thy Christ, thou alway shalt protect:
Thou art his rock; &, sav'd by thee,
Thine heritage & thine Elect,
(Blest, fedd, & magnifide) shall be.