| Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845. | | | | Psalm CXXX | | XLIV. Francis Davison |
| | | FROM deepe gulphes of misfortune, | |
| Orewhelm’d with miseries, | |
| Lord, I thine aid importune | |
| With neuer-ceasing cries. | |
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| Oh heare my lamentation, | 5 |
| Oh view my restles teares, | |
| And to my supplication | |
| Bow downe attentiue eares. | |
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| My manifold abuses | |
| If thou behold in ire, | 10 |
| Lord, I haue no excuses | |
| To ’scape eternall fire. | |
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| But since with true contrition | |
| My sins I wayle and blame, | |
| Lord, saue me from perdition, | 15 |
| To feare and praise thy name. | |
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| Lord, thou art all my comfort, | |
| My soule’s sure prop and sheild; | |
| My hopes in my discomfort | |
| Still on thy word I build. | 20 |
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| My soule, base earth despising, | |
| More longs with God to be, | |
| Than rosie morning’s rising | |
| Tyr’d watchmen watch to see. | |
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| Lay thy hope’s sure foundation | 25 |
| On God, O Israëll; | |
| On God, in whom saluation | |
| And boundles mercie dwell. | |
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| The leaprous spots that stayn thee | |
| He then will purifie; | 30 |
| Syn’s fetters, that enchayn thee, | |
| He gently will vntie. | | | | |
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