Psalm 119: Teth

In all kindnes, thou, O Lord,
Hast to me perform'd thy word:
This now resteth that I learne
From thy skill a skillfull tast,
Good from evill to discerne,
On thy lawes whose trust is plac't.

Yet unhumbled I did stray,
Now I will thy words obay.
Thou that art soe highly good
Nothing can thy goodness reach,
Thou where floweth bounties flood
Willing me thy statutes teach.

What if proud men on me lie?
I will on thy lawes rely.
Wallow they in their delights,
Fatt in body, fatt in mind:
I the pleasures of my sp'rites
Will unto thy doctrine bind.

Now I find the good of woe,
How thy bests it makes me know:
Of whose mouth the lectures true
Are above all wealth to me:
Millions then, and mines adieu,
Gold and silver, drosse you be.