1 Bow downe thine eare Lord to these words of mine, And well regarde the secret plaints I make. 2 My King, my God, to thee I do betake My sad estate oh do thine eare incline To these loud cryes that to thee powred bin. 3 At early morne thou shalt my voyce attend: For, at day breake, I will myself addresse Thee to implore, and waite for due redresse. 4 Thou dost not Lord delight in wickednesse; Nor to bad men wilt thy protection lend. 5 The boasters proud cannot before thee stay: Thou hat'st all those that are to sinne deuoted: 6 The lying lippes, & who with bloud are spotted, Thou doost abhorre, and wilt for euer slaie: 7 But I vnto thine house shall take the way, And through thy grace aboundant shall adore, With humble feare within thine holy place. 8 Oh! lead me Lord within thy righteous trace: Euen for their sakes that malice me so sore, Make smooth thy paths my dimmer eyes before. 9 Within their mouth no truth is euer found: Pure mischiefe is their heart: a gaping toome 10 Is their wide throate; & yet their tongues stil sound 11 With smoothing words. O Lord giue them their doom, And let them fall, in those their plots profound. In their excesse of mischiefe them destroy 12 That rebells are; so those that to thee flie Shall all reioice and sing eternally: 13 And whom thou dost protect, and who loue thee, And thy deare name, in thee shall euer ioy, Since thou with blisse the righteous dost reward, And with thy grace as with a shield him guard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE KERNELS OF CORN [APRIL, 1622] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THE INDIAN EMPEROR: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN EILEEN AROON by GERALD JOSEPH GRIFFIN THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW MY WIFE'S COUSIN, SELECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |