PSALM: 7 by JOSEPH HALL

1 On thee, O Lord my God, relyes
Mine only trust: from bloody spight
Of all my raging enemies
Oh! let thy mercy me acquite;
2 Least they like greedy Lyons rend
My soule, whiles none shal it defend.

3 Oh Lord! if I this thing haue wrought;
If in my hands be found such ill:
4 If I with mischief euer sought
To pay good turnes; or did not still
Doe good vnto my causelesse foe,
That thirsted for my ouerthrowe;

5 Then let my foe, in eager chace,
Ore take my soule, and proudly tread
My life belowe; and with dis-grace
In dust lay downe mine honor dead.
6 Rise vp in rage, O Lord, eft-soone
Aduance thine arm against my fo'ne:

And wake for me till thou fulfil
7 My promis'd right; so shal glad throngs
Of people flock vnto thine hill.
For their sakes then reuenge my wrongs,
8 And rouse thy self. Thy iudgements be
O're al the world: Lord iudge thou me;

As truth and honest innocence
Thou find'st in me, Lord iudge thou me.
9 Settle the iust with sure defence:
Let me the wicked's malice see
10 Brought to an end. For thy iust eye
Doth hearts and inward reyns descry.

11 My safety stands in God; who shields
The sound in hart: whose doom each day
12 To iust men and contemners yields
13 Their due. Except he change his waie
His sword is whet, to bloud intended,
His murdring bowe is ready bended.

14 Weapons of death he hath addrest
And arrowes keene to pearce my foe,
15 Who late bred mischiefe in his brest;
But when he doth on trauell goe,
16 Brings forth a ly. Deep pits he delues,
And falls into his pits himselue.

17 Back to his own head shall rebound
His plotted mischiefe; and his wrongs
His crown shal craze: But I shal sound
@3Iehouah's@1 praise with thankful songs,
And will his glorious name expresse,
And tell of all his righteousnesse.

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