Psalm 60 (Deus, repulisti nos)

Thy anger erst in field
Our scatt'red squadrons brake:
O God bee reconcil'd,
Our leading now retake.
This land at thee did quake,
It chinckt and gaping lay:
O sound her ruptures make,
Her quaking bring to stay.

Worse happes no hart could think
Then did thy wrath ensue:
Dull horror was our drink,
We drinking giddy grew.
But now an ensigne new
Re-chearing all dismaies
To guide thy fearers view.
Thy truth our chiefe doth raise.

Then sett thy loved free,
Preserve mee when I pray:
Hark, hark, soe shall it be,
God from his howse doth say.
Then make a merry stay:
And share we Sichems fields:
The land in percells lay,
That Succoths valley yields.

Mine, Gilead, lo, by this,
Manasses, lo, mine own:
My soldier Ephraim is,
My law by Judah shown.
My washpott Moab grown,
My shoe at Edom thong!
Philistia overthrown,
Sing now thy triumph song.

But whom shall I attend
Till I these conquests make?
On whose conduct depend
Till Edoms fortes I take?
O thine to whom we spake,
But spake before in vayn:
Thine, God, that didst forsake
Our troupes for warr to trayn.

Against distressing foes
Let us thy succour finde:
Who trust in man. repose,
Doe trust repose in winde.
In God lett hand and mind
Their force and vallor show,
Hee, hee in abject kind
Shall lay our haters low.