Psalm 26 (Judica me, Domine)

Lord, judge me and my case,
For I have made my race
Within the boundes of innocence to bide:
And setting thee for scope
Of all my trustfull hope;
I held for sure, that I should never slide.

Prove me, O Lord most high,
Me with thy touchstone try;
Yea, sound my reynes, and inmost of my hart.
For so thy loving hand
Before my eyes doth stand,
That from thy truth I never will depart.

I did not them frequent,
Who be to vainesse bent,
Nor kept with base dissemblers company.
Nay, I did ev'n detest
Of wicked wights the neast,
And from the haunts of such bad folks did fly.

In th' innocence of me
My handes shall washed be;
And with those handes about thy Alter waite;
That I may still expresse
With voice of thanckfullnes
The works perform'd by thee, most wondrous greate.

Lord, I have loved well
The house where thou dost dwell,
Ev'n where thou mak'st thy honnor's biding place.
Sweete Lord, write not my soule
Within the sinner's rowle:
Nor my life's cause match with blood seekers case.

With handes of wicked shifts,
With right hands stained with gifts.
But while I walk in my unspotted waies
Redeeme and show mee grace
So I in publique place
Sett on plaine ground will thee Jehovah praise.