Psalm 119: He

Explaine, O Lord, the way to me
That thy divine edicts enfold,
And I to end will runne it right.
O make my blinded eyes to see,
And I thy law will hold: yea hold
Thy law with all my hartes delight.

O be my guide, O guide me soe,
I thy commandments path may pace;
Wherein to walk my hart is faine.
O bend it then to things that show
True witness of thy might and grace,
And not to hungry thirst of gaine.

Avert mine eye, it may not view
Of vanity the falsed face:
And strength my treadings in thy trade.
Lett doings prove thy sayings true
To him that holds thy servants place,
And thee his awe, his feare hath made.

Thou then (my feare,) remove the feare
Of coming blame from carefull me:
For gratious are thy judgmentes still.
Behold, to me thy precepts deare,
Most deare, and most delightfull be.
O let thy justice aid my will.