Psalm 119: Nun

O what a lanterne, what a lamp of light
Is thy pure word to me!
To cleere my pathes, and guide my goings right.
I sweare and sweare againe,
I of the statutes will observer be,
Thou justly dost ordaine.

The heavy weightes of grief oppresse me sore:
Lord, raise me by thy word.
As thou to me didst promise heretofore.
And this unforced praise,
I for an offring bring, accept, O Lord,
And show to me thy waies.

What if my life lye naked in my hand,
To ev'ry chaunce expos'd,
Should I forgett what thou dost me command?
No, no, I will not stray
From thy edicts though round about enclos'd
With snares the wicked lay.

Thy testimonies as mine heritage,
I have retained still:
And unto them my hartes delight engage.
My hart which still doth bend,
And only bend to do what thou dost will,
And doe it to the end.