In You My Soul Takes Refuge 1Be mercifull vnto me (o God) be mercifull vnto me, for my soule trusteth in ye: & vnder the shadowe of thy wynges shalbe my refuge, vntill wickednesse be ouerpast. 2I call vnto God ye most hyest, eue ye God yt shal helpe me vp agayne. 3He shal sende fro heauen, & saue me fro the reprofe of him that wolde swalowe me vp. 4Sela. This shal God sende, for his mercy and faithfulnesse sake. I lye with my soule amonge the cruell lyons: 5euen amonge the children of men, whose tethe are speares and arowes, and their tonge a sharpe swerde. 6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth. 7They haue layed a nett for my fete, & pressed downe my soule: they haue dygged a pyt before me, and are fallen in to it them selues. 8Sela. My hert is ready (o God) my hert is ready, to synge and geue prayse. 9Awake (o my glory) awake lute and harpe, I my self wil awake right early. 10I wil geue thakes vnto the (o LORDE) amonge the people, I wil synge prayses vnto the amonge the Heithe. 11For ye greatnes of thy mercy reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy faithfulnesse vnto the cloudes. Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, & thy glory aboue all ye earth. |