Deliver him from fear of the enemy, and lift up the light of thy countenance upon him, and give him peace,

PSALM CXLII.

SANDYS.

WITH sighes and cries to God I prayed,

To Him my supplication made,

Poured out my teares,
My cares and feares;
My wrongs before Him laide.

My fainting spirits almost spent,
He knew the path in which I went :

Yet in my way

Their snares they lay,

With mercilesse intent.

My eyes I round me throw,

None see, that will the oppressed know;

No refuge left,

Of hope bereft,

Vaine pity none bestow.

Then unto God I cried and said,

Thou art my hope and only aid,

The portion

I build upon

While with fraile flesh arrayed.

O Source of mercy, heare my cry,
Lest I with wasting sorrow die:
Shield from my foes,

Who now enclose;

Since of more strength than I.

My soule out of this prison bring,
That I may praise Thee, O my King.
Who trust in Thee

Shall compass me,

And of thy bountie sing.

Lift up the light of thy countenance upon him, and give him peace, through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

(PART.)

HENRY VAUGHAN.

O, WHEN my God, my glory, brings

His white and holy train

Unto those clear and living springs

Where comes no stain!

Where all is light, and flowers, and fruit,

And joy, and rest,

Make me amongst them, 'tis my suit!

The last one and the least.

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