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The Collect.
MY soul to God shall give good heed••
and him ••lone attend:
For why, my health and hope to speed
doth whole on him depend.
6
He is my rock, my fort and tower,
my health is of his grace:
He doth support me, that no power
can move me out of place.
8
O have your hope in him alway,
ye folk with one accord:
Pour out your hearts to him, and say,
our trust is in the Lord.
9
¶The sons of men are vanity,
so found, if they be waigh'd,
Mean men a toy, great men a lie,
if in the balance lay'd.
10
Trust not in robberie, wrong, and steal
let vain desires be gone:
Though goods well got flow in with weal
set not your hearts thereon.
11
The Lord long since one thing did tell
which here to minde I call:
He spake it oft, I heard it well,
that God alone doth all.