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| O GOD, 1 from them that grudge me | |
| Preserue me by thy name; | |
| And by thy power iudge me, | |
| And put my foes to shame. | |
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| Oh heare my supplication, | 5 |
| For I am poore and weake; | |
| Heare, heare with acceptation | |
| The teare-dew’d words I speake. | |
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| For strangers haue insulted | |
| In pride on my poore state; | 10 |
| Fell tyrants haue consulted | |
| My soule to ruynate. | |
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| Those tyrants haue not placed | |
| Thy feare before their face, | |
| But would haue me defaced— | 15 |
| Me, me, that thee embrace. | |
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| Behold, yee godly-liuers, | |
| God help to me doth send, | |
| And to my succour-giuers | |
| Is an assisting friend. | 20 |
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| With plagues he shall repay them | |
| That causeles are my foes: | |
| O cut them off and slay them; | |
| Thy truth is my repose. | |
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| My fatlings then I’ll tender, | 25 |
| And offrings to thee make, | |
| And praise to thee I’ll render | |
| For thy great mercies’ sake. | |
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| Thou hast freed me from troble, | |
| And my long teare-fraught eies | 30 |
| Haue seene thy plagues redoble | |
| Vpon mine enemies. | |
