Psal. IV.

Answer me when I call     God of my righteousness;     In straights and in distress     Thou didst me disinthrall     And set at large; now spare,     Now pity me, and hear my earnest prai'r.     Great ones how long will ye     My glory have in scorn     How long be thus forlorn     Still to love vanity,     To love, to seek, to prize     Things false and vain and nothing else but lies?     Yet know the Lord hath chose     Chose to himself a part     The good and meek of heart     (For whom to chuse he knows)     Jehovah from on high     Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie.     Be aw'd, and do not sin,     Speak to your hearts alone,     Upon your beds, each one,     And be at peace within.     Offer the offerings just     Of righteousness and in Jehovah trust.     Many there be that say     Who yet will shew us good?     Talking like this worlds brood;     But Lord, thus let me pray,     On us lift up the light     Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright.     Into my heart more joy     And gladness thou hast put     Then when a year of glut     Their stores doth over-cloy     And from their plenteous grounds     With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.     In peace at once will I     Both lay me down and sleep     For thou alone dost keep     Me safe where ere I lie     As in a rocky Cell     Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.