Dixit injustus. Psal. xxxvi.
THe wicked with his works unjust
doth thus perswade his heart,
That of the Lord he hath no trust;
his sear is set apart.
[verse 2] Yet doth he joy in his estate,
to walk as he began,
So long till he deserve the hate
of God and eke of man.
[verse 3] His words are wicked, vile, and naught,
his tongue no truth doth tell:
Yet at no hand will he be taught
which way he may do well.
[verse 4] When he should sleep, then doth he muse
his mischiefs to fulfill:
No wicked ways doth he refuse,
nor nothing, that is ill.
[verse 5] But, Lord, thy goodness doth ascend
above the heavens high:
So doth thy truth it self extend
unto the cloudy sky.
[verse 6] Much more then hills so high and steep,
thy justice is exprest:
Thy judgement's like to seas most deep,
thou sa••'st both man and beast,
[verse 7] Thy mercy is above all things,
O God, it doth excell:
In trust whereof, as in thy wings,
the sons of men shall dwell.
[verse 8] Within thy house they shall be ••ed
with plenty at their will:
Of all delights they shall be sped,
and take thereof their fill.
[verse 9] For why? the well of life so pure
doth ever flow from thee,
And in thy light we are full sure
the lasting light to see.
[verse 10] From such as thee desire to know
let not thy grace depart:
Thy righteousness declare and show
to men of upright heart.
[verse 11] Let not the proud on me prevail.
O Lord, of thy good grace:
Nor let the wicked me assail,
to throw me out of place.
[verse 12] But they in their device shall fall
that wicked works maintain:
They shall be overthrown withall,
and never rise again.