That  rise  against  mee,  to  disturbe  my  peace  1

Many  there  are  which  to  my  soule  haue  said.
His  God  to  him  not  safety  yeilds  nor  aid ;

But  God  is  my  defence,  my  Succour  nigh,

My  glory,  and  my  head  Hee  lifteth  High  :

To  Him  with  earnest  praier  appealed  I,

And  from  His  Holy  Hill  Hee  heard  my  crie  :

I  layed  mee  downe  and  slept,  and  rose  againe.
For  mee  the  Lord  doth  euermore  sustaine  :

Though  Thousand  of  my  foes  besett  mee  round,

Noe  feare  of  them  my  courage  shall  confound  :

Rise  Lord  !  and  saue  mee  ;  Thou  hast  giuen  a  stroke

On  my  foes  cheeke,  that  all  his  teeth  are  broke  :

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I30  HITHERTO  UNPUBLISHED  POEMS.
Saluation  Cometh  from  this  Lord  of  ours,
Who  blessings  on  His  people  daily  powers.
PSALM  IV.
O  God  !  whose  righteousnes  by  grace  is  mine,
A  gracious  eare  vnto  my  voyce  encline  :
Thou  that  hast  set  mee  free  when  I  was  thrall,
Bee  mercifuU,  and  heare  my  prayer  withall.
Vaine,  worldly  men,  how  long  will  yee  dispise
God's  honnour,  and  His  truth,  and  trust  in  lies  ?
God  for  Himselfe,  the  good  man  doth  select,
And  when  I  crie  Hee  doth  not  mee  reject.
Bee  angrie,  but  be  angrie  without  synne  ;
Try  your  owne  hearts  in  silence,  close  within.
To  God,  of  godly  workes,  an  offeringe  make,
Then  trust  in  Him  that  will  not  His  forsake.
For  that  which  good  is,  many  seeke  and  pray,
'  And  who  shall  shew  the  same  to  vs  '  ?  say  they.
Lord  !  shew  to  vs  thy  countenance  diuine.
