Psalm 25 (Ad te, Domine)

To thee, O Lord most just,
I lift my inward sight:
My God, in thee I trust,
Lett me not ruine quight:
Let not those foes, that me annoy,
On my complaint build up their joy.

Sure, sure, who hope in thee,
Shall never suffer shame:
Lett them confounded be
That causlesse wrongs doe frame.
Yea, Lord, to me thy waies doe show;
Teach me, thus vext, what path to goe.

Guide me as thy truth guides;
Teach me for why thou art
The God in whom abides
The saving me from smart.
For never day such changing wrought,
That I from trust in thee was brought.

Remember, only King,
Thy mercies tendernesse:
To thy remembrance bring
Thy kindnesse, lovingnesse.
Let those things thy remembrance grave,
Since they eternall essence have.

But, Lord, remember not
Sins brew'd in youthfull glasse:
Nor my rebellious blott,
Since youth and they do passe:
But in thy kindnes me record,
Ev'n for thy mercies sake, O Lord.

Of grace and righteousnesse
The Lord such plenty hath;
That he deignes to expresse
To sinning men his path:
The meeke he doth in judgment leade,
And teach the humble how to tread.

And what thinck you, may be
The pathes of my greate God?
Ev'n spotlesse verity
And mercy spredd abroad,
To such as keepe his covenaunt,
And on his testimonies plant.

O Lord, for thy name sake,
Lett my iniquity
Of thee some mercy take,
Though it be greate in me:
Oh, is there one with his feare fraught?
He shall be by best teacher taught.

Lo, how his blessing budds
Inward, an inward rest;
Outward, all outward goodes
By his seede eke possest.
For such he makes his secrett know,
To such hee doth his cov'nant show.

Where then should my eyes be,
But still on this Lord sett?
Who doth and will sett free
My feete from tangling nett.
O, look, O help, lett mercy fall,
For I am poore and least of all.

My woes are still encreast;
Shield me from these assaultes:
See how I am opprest,
And pardon all my faultes.
Behold my foes, what stoare they be,
Who hate, yea, hate me cruelly.

My soule, which thou didst make,
Now made, O Lord, maintaine;
And me from these ills take,
Lest I rebuke sustaine.
For thou the Lord, thou only art,
Of whom the trust lives in my hart.

Lett my uprightness gaine
Some safety unto me:
I say, and say againe,
My hope is all in thee.
In fine, deliver Israel,
O Lord, from all his troubles fell.