Psalm 86 (Inclina, Domine)

Eternall Lord, thine eare incline:
Heare me most helplesse, most oppressed:
This client save, this servant thine,
Whose hope is whole to thee addressed.
On me, Jehova, pitty take:
For daily cry to thee I make.
Thy servantes soule from depth of saddness
That climes to thee, advance to gladdnes.

O Lord, I know thee good and kind,
On all that aske much mercy spending:
Then heare, O Lord, with heedfull mynd
These carefull suites of my commending.
I only call when much I neede:
Needes of thy help I then must speed:
A God like whom (if gods be many)
Who is, or doth, there is not any.

And therefore, Lord, before thy face
All nations which thy hand hath framed,
Shall come with low adoring grace,
And praise the name upon thee named.
For thou art greate, and thou alone
Dost wonders, God, done else by none:
O in thy truth my path discover,
And hold me fast thy fearing lover.

Lord, all my hart shall synge of thee:
By me thy name shall still be praised,
Whose goodnesse richly powr'd on me
From lowest pitt my soule hath raised.
And now againe mine enimies
Doe many, mighty, prowd arise:
By whom with hate my life is chased,
While in their sight thou least art placed.

But thou, Jehova, swift to grace,
On light entreaty pardon showest:
To wrath dost goe a heavy pace,
And full with truth and mercy flowest.
Then turne and take of me remorse:
With strength my weaknesse re-enforce:
Who in thy service have attended,
And of thy handmaid am descended.

O lett some token of thy love
Be eminently on me placed;
Some cognisance to teach and prove,
That thine I am, that by thee graced,
To dye their cheekes in shamefull hue,
That now with spite my soule pursue.
Eye-taught how me thou dost deliver
My endlesse aid and comfort giver.