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PSALME. 71. (Book 71)
A Prayer for the continuance of Gods favours to us, even to our old age, and a longing for a happy departure.
MORNING PRAYER. (Book 71)
IN thee, O Lord, have I put my trust, let me never be put to con∣fusion: but rid me and deliver me in thy righteousnesse, encline thine eare unto me, and save me.
2 Be thou my strong hold, whereunto I may alway resort: thou hast pro∣mised to help me, for thou art my house of de∣fence, and my castle.
3 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the ungodly: out of the hand of the unrighte∣ous and cruell man.
4 For thou, O Lord God, art the thing that I long for: thou art my hope even from my youth.
5 Through thee have I been holden up ever since I was born: thou art he that took me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shall be alway of thee.
6 I am become as it were a monster unto many: but my sure trust is in thee.