- 1 I lift mine heart to thee, my God
- and guide most just.
- Now suffer me to take no shame,
- for in thee do I trust,
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- 2 Let not my foes rejoice,
- nor make a scorn of me:
- And let them not be overthrown,
- that put their trust in thee.
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- 3 But shame shall them befall,
- which harm them wrongfully:
- Therefore thy paths and thy right ways
- unto me Lord decry.
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- 4 Direct me in thy truth,
- and teach me I thee pray:
- Thou art my God and Savior,
- on thee I wait alway.
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- 5 Thy mercies manifold
- I pray thee Lord remember:
- And eke thy pity plentiful,
- for they have been forever.
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- 6 Remember not the faults,
- and frailty of my youth:
- Remember not how ignorant
- I have been of thy truth.
- Not after my deserts
- let me thy mercy find:
- But of thine own benignity
- Lord have me in thy mind.
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- 7 His mercy is full sweet,
- his truth a perfect guide:
- Therefore the Lord will sinners teach
- and such as go aside.
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- 8 The humble he will teach
- his precepts for to keep:
- He will direct in all his ways
- the lowly and the meek.
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- 9 For all the ways of God
- are truth and mercy both,
- To them that keep his testament,
- the witness of his troth.
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- 10 Now for thy holy Name,
- O Lord I thee entreat:
- To grant me pardon for my sin,
- for it is wondrous great.
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- 11 Who so doth fear the Lord,
- the Lord doth him direct:
- To lead his life in such a way,
- as he doth best accept.
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- 12 His soul shall evermore,
- in goodness dwell and stand:
- His seed and his posterity,
- inherit shall the land.
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- 13 All those that fear the Lord,
- know his secret intent:
- And unto them he doth declare,
- his Will and Testament.
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- 14 Mine eyes and eke my heart,
- to him I will advance:
- That plucked my feet out of the snare,
- of sin and ignorance:
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- 15 With mercy me behold,
- to thee I make my moan:
- For I am poor and desolate,
- and comfortless alone.
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- 16 The troubles of my heart,
- are multiplied indeed:
- Bring me out of this misery,
- necessity and need.
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- 17 Behold my poverty,
- mine anguish and my pain:
- Remit my sin and mine offense,
- and make me clean again.
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- 18 O Lord, behold my foes,
- how they do still increase:
- Pursuing me with deadly hate,
- that faine would live in peace.
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- 19 Preserve and keep my soul,
- and eke deliver me:
- And let me not be overthrown,
- because I trust in thee.
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- 20 Let my simple pureness,
- me from mine enemies?s shend,
- Because I look as one of thine,
- that thou shouldst me defend:
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- 21 Deliver Lord thy folk,
- and send them some relief:
- I mean thy chosen Israel,
- from all their pain and grief.
