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PSALM 52, by            
First Line: Tyrant, why swell'st thou thus
Last Line: Naught can annoy them.


Tyrant why swell'st Thou thus
Of mischeif vaunting
Since help from God to us
Is never wanting
Lewd lys Thy tongue contrives
Lowd lyes it soundeth
Sharper than sharpest knives
With lys it woundeth.

Falshood Thy Witt approves
All truth rejected
Thy Will all vices loves
Virtue neglected
Not words from cursed Thee
But gulfs are powred
Gulfs wherin dayly be
Good men devoured.

Thinkst Thou to beare it so?
God shall displace Thee
God shall Thee overthrow
Crush Thee deface Thee
The just shall fearing see
These fearefull chances
And laughing shoot at Thee
With fearfull glances.

Lo, Lo the wretched wight
Who God disdaining
His mischeife made his might
His guard his gaining
I, as an Olive tree
Still green shall florish
Gods house the soile shall be
My roots to nourish.

My trust on his true love
Truly attending
Shall never thence remove
Never se ending
Thee will I honour still
Lord for this justice
There fix my hopes I will
Where Thy Saints trust is

Thy Saints trust in Thy name
Therin they joy them
Protected by the same
Naught can annoy them.





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