Psalm 61

LOrd, let my plaint attention move,
When greev'd at hart I lie;
And, lead mee to the Rock above,
When from Earth's ends I crie.
For, as a Cittie fortifide,
From foes thou gardest mee,
Within thy Tent, still, safe I bide;
Thy Wings my Cov'ring bee. Selah.

Thou hear'dst my vowes, & gav'st mee shares,
With such as fear thy Name;
And, spar'dst the king, till hee in yeares
An aged man became.
Oh! let thy Truth & Mercie, Lord,
Preserve him still by thee;
That, still thy praise I may record,
And pay my vowes to thee.