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09-10 Continuall snares for my vex'd soul are laid;By wicked hands, yet I've thy laws obey'd, Thy word my wealth, shall my best thoughts employ, And fill my mouth with praise, my heart with joy, My heart which still shall hold thy statutes fast While this sweet air of breath & life it self shall last 15, 113, The thoughts of all mean arts I disaprove, Hate & thy lan my choice & love, My God's my shield, nor can I be affraid, His Sacred word my never failing aid, Away prophane, yee tempters all away, (tempters) lGod is my saviour, H his laws obey,Support my weaknesse, as thy word I claim Set my firm hopes no disappointment shame, With thy strong arm my Succour undertakeTo thy bless'd word my constant care Ile make, Thy foes and mine who their own falshood trust, By thy just wrath are trampled in the dust, And since th' unjust [are] like drosse are snatcht away, I'le love thy Statutes & thy laws obey. So fierce thy wrath on those who vertue hate, With wise affrights, I'le shun their Crime & Fate. 16 129, Thou who my truth & Innocence dost know, Set me notfall a Victime to my Foe, Be thou my surety, & I dare defie, The fiercest rage of my proud enemy, My eyes consum'd with grieff to heaven I raise, With hopes thy truth & justice still to praise, O Let me Lord they wonted mercy find, And fix thy laws in my obedient mind,
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09-10 Continuall snares for my vex'd soul are laid;By wicked hands, yet I've thy laws obey'd, Thy word my wealth, shall my best thoughts employ, And fill my mouth with praise, my heart with joy, My heart which still shall hold thy statutes fast While this sweet air of breath & life it self shall last 15, 113, The thoughts of all mean arts I disaprove, Hate & thy lan my choice & love, My God's my shield, nor can I be affraid, His Sacred word my never failing aid, Away prophane, yee tempters all away, (tempters) lGod is my saviour, H his laws obey,Support my weaknesse, as thy word I claim Set my firm hopes no disappointment shame, With thy strong arm my Succour undertakeTo thy bless'd word my constant care Ile make, Thy foes and mine who their own falshood trust, By thy just wrath are trampled in the dust, And since th' unjust [are] like drosse are snatcht away, I'le love thy Statutes & thy laws obey. So fierce thy wrath on those who vertue hate, With wise affrights, I'le shun their Crime & Fate. 16 129, Thou who my truth & Innocence dost know, Set me notfall a Victime to my Foe, Be thou my surety, & I dare defie, The fiercest rage of my proud enemy, My eyes consum'd with grieff to heaven I raise, With hopes thy truth & justice still to praise, O Let me Lord they wonted mercy find, And fix thy laws in my obedient mind,
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