Another of the same
1 WIthal my heart, I’ll thee confess:
thee praise the gods before.
2 The Temple of thine holiness
towards it I’ll adore:
Also I will confess thy Name,
for thy truth, and mercy:
because thou over all thy Name
thy word dost magnify.
3 In that same day that I did cry,
thou didst me answer make:
thou strengthenedst me with strength, which I
within my soul did take.
4 O Lord, when thy mouths words they hear
all earths Kings shall thee praise.
5 And for the Lords great glory, there
they shall sing in his ways.
6 Albeit that the Lord be high,
yet he respects the low:
but as for them that are lofty
he them far off doth know.
7 Though I in midst of trouble go,
thee quickning me I have:
thy hand thou wilt cast on my foe,
thy right hand shall me save.
8 The Lord will perfect it for me:
thy mercy ever stands,
Lord, do not those forsake that be
the works of thine own hands.