4 whom God doth loue ye seke alwayes, to put hym to the worse:
Ye loue to lye, with mouth ye prayse. and yet your hart doth curse.
[verse 5]
Yet still my soule doth whole depend, on God my chief desire:
From all false feates, me to defend, none but him I require.
[verse 6]
He is my rocke, my strength, my towre, my health is of his grace:
He doth support me that no powre, can moue me out of place.
[verse 7]
God is my glory and my health, my soules desire and lust,
My fort, my strength, my stay, my wealth. God is mine onely trust.
[verse 8]
Oh haue your hope in him alway, ye folke with one accorde:
Poure out your harts to hym, and saye, our trust is in the Lorde.
[verse 9]
The sonnes of men deceitptfull are, on balaunce but a sleyght:
with thinges most vayne doo them cōpare for they can kepe no weyght.
[verse 13]
Trust not in wrong, robbry, or stealth, let vayne delytes be gon:
Though goods wel got flow in with welth set not your hartes theron.
[verse 11]
The Lorde long sith one thing doth tell, whiche here to minde I call: