Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Psalme XVIIICV. Thomas Sternhold
Diligam te, Domine.
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Of force I must loue thee;
Thou art my castle and defence
In my necessitie:
My God, my rock, in whom I trust,
The worker of my wealth,
My refuge, buckler, and my shield,
The home of all my health.
Most worthie to be serued,
Then from my foes I am right sure
That I shall be preserued.
The pangs of death did compasse me,
And bound me euerie where;
The flowing waues of wickednesse
Did put me in great feare.
Were round about me set;
And for my death there was prepard
A deadly trapping net.
I, thus beset with paine and grief,
Did pray to God for grace;
And he forthwith did heare my plaint
Out of his holie place.
He made the earth to quake,
Yea, the foundation of the mount
Of Basan for to shake.
And from his nostrels came a smoke,
When kindled was his ire;
And from his mouth came kindled coales
Of hoat consuming fire.
And bowd the heauens hie;
And vnderneth his feet he cast
The darknesse of the skie.
On cherubes and on cherubins
Full roially he road;
And on the wings of all the winds
Came flying all abroad.