Psalm 56

HAve Mercie Lord, for, man hath sought
To swallowe vp, & mischeeve mee.
My Foes with mee have daylie fought;
And (Lord most high) they many bee.
Thou art my hope, when doubts arise,
Thy word hath brought me comforts, to,
On thee alone, my hart relies,
And, fearles is, what Flesh cann do.

They wrest my words, Lord, ev'rie day;
To worke me harme, they still devise:
They meet vnseene, they mark my way,
And, how they might my Soul surprise.
Therfore, in thy just wrath, oh God!
Correct them for this Crime of theirs:
And, as thou dost my Faults record,
Recorde, & botle vp my teares.

For, thou wilt save me, Lord, I knowe;
When thee I seek, my Foes flie back:
Thy promise makes mee joyfull growe,
And, of thy word, my songs I make.
My, trust, oh God! is all in thee,
And, of man's powre, I fearles am.
Thy vowes are all perform'd on mee
And, I will praise thee for the same.

For thou hast freed my Soul from death;
From falls, thou dost my footing stay,
To walke, by thee, within that Path,
Which leads to Life, a lightsome way.