Text: | Cum invocarim |
Author: | T. S. |
1 O God that art my righteousnesse,
Lord heare me when I call,
Thou hast set me at liberty,
when I was bound and thrall.
2 Have mercy Lord therefore on me,
and grant me my request:
For unto thee uncessantly,
to cry I will not rest.
3 O mortall men how long will ye
my glory thus despise?
why wander ye in vanity,
and follow after lies?
4 Know ye that good and godly men
the Lord doth take and chuse:
And when to him I make my plaint,
he doth me not refute.
5 Sin not, but stand in awe therefore,
examine well your heart:
And in your chamber quietly,
see you your selves convert.
6 Offer to God the sacrifice
of righteousnesse I say:
and look that in the living Lord
you put your trust alway.
7 The greater sort crave worldly goods,
and riches do embrace:
But Lord grant us thy countenence,
thy favor and thy grace.
8 For thou thereby shalt make my heart
more joyfull and more glad,
Then thy that of their corne and wine
full great increase have had.
9 In peace therefore lie down will I
taking my rest and sleep:
For thou onely wilt me O Lord,
alone in safety keep.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O God that art my righteousnesse |
Title: | Cum invocarim |
Author: | T. S. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1640 |
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Notes: | Sing this to Psalm 3 |