PSAL. V. Aug. 12.1653 by John Milton Lyrics

        JEHOVAH to my words give ear
        My meditation waigh
        The voyce of my complaining hear
        My King and God for unto thee I pray.

        Jehovah thou my early voyce
        Shalt in the morning hear
        Ith'morning I to thee with choyce
        Will rank my Prayers, and watch till thou appear.

        For thou art not a God that takes
        In wickedness delight
         Evil with thee no biding makes
        Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.

        All workers of iniquity
        Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly
        The bloodi' and guileful man God doth detest.

        But I will in thy mercies dear
        Thy numerous mercies go
        Into thy house; I in thy fear
        Will towards thy holy temple worship low.
        Lord lead me in thy righteousness
        Lead me because of those
        That do observe if I transgress,
        Set thy wayes right before, where my step goes.

        For in his faltring mouth unstable
        No word is firm or sooth
        Their inside, troubles miserable;
        An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.

        God, find them guilty, let them fall
        By their own counsels quell'd;
        Push them in their rebellions all
        Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd;
        Then all who trust in thee shall bring
        Their joy, while thou from blame
        Defend'st them, they shall ever sing
        And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.

        For thou Jehovah wilt be found
        To bless the just man still,
        As with a shield thou wilt surround
        Him with thy lasting favour and good will.