2
My soule doth thirst, and vvould dravv neare
the liuing Lord of might
Oh, vvhen shall I come and appeare
in presence of his sight?
3
The teares all times are my repast,
vvhich from mine eyes doe slide:
VVhen vvicked men cry out so fast,
vvhere novv is God thy guide?
4
Alas vvhat griefe is this to thinke,
vvhat freedome once I had?
Therefore my soule as at pits brinck,
is most heauy and sad.
VVhen I did march in good aray,
furnished vvith my traine:
Vnto the Temple vvas our vvay,
vvith songs and hearts most faine.
5
My soule vvhy art thou sad alvvayes,
and fretst thus in my brest?
Trust still in God, for him to praise
I hold it euer best.
By him I haue succour at need,
against all paine and griefe:
He is my God vvhich vvith all speed,
vvill haste to send reliefe.
6
And thus my soule vvithin me (Lord)
doth faint to thinke vpon
The Land of Iordan, and record
the little hill Hermon:
The second part.
7
One griefe another in doth call,
as clouds burst out their voyce:
The ••ouds of euill that doe fall,
run ouer me vvith noyse.
8
Yet I by day felt thy goodnesse
and helpe at all assayes:
Likevvise by night I doe not cease
the liuing Lord to praise.
9
I am persvvaded thus to say
to him vvith pure pretence:
O Lord thou art my guide and stay,
my rocke and my defence.
Why doe I then in pensiuenesse,
hanging the head thus vvalk▪
While that mine enemies me oppresse,
and vexe me vvith their talke?
10
For vvhy? they pierce the invvard parts
vvith pangs to be abhor'd:
When they cry out vvith stubborn harts
vvhere is thy God thy Lord?
11
So soone vvhy dost thou faint & quail,
my soule vvith paines opprest:
With thoughts vvhy dost thy selfe assaile
so sore vvithin my brest?
12
Trust in the Lord thy God alvvayes,
and thou the time shalt see:
To giue him thanks vvith laud & praise,
for health restord to thee.