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21 Let supple arasites bow mean & low, While haughty princes high resentments show, While they without a cause my Conduct blame, Proscribe my person & expose my name, Yet He not fear my brother mortall dust, While I thy judgments fear & promise trust, 162 still let great robbers make it all their joy, The innocent & helplefse to destroy, With loud inglorious triumphs shout & sing, When they the spoils from plunder'd Orphans bring, I envy not their most succesfull fight, Thy word my peacefull joy & calm delight, 163 Fraud I abhorr & no ill arls approve, Thy Sacred law my treasure & my love. 164 That fills my breast while from my voice & Lyre, Perpetuall praises shall to heaven aspire, What peace, what dear delight thy laws attend, And those who love them nothing shall oftend, 166 Thy words I've kept & in the greatest straight, Did ever for thy strong salvation wait, 167 Still does my gratefull soul thy laws approve, Which more than all the joys of life i love, 168. These strictly kept, ev'n where no eye cou'd see, Since all things naked are & open Lord to thee. 22 169 To thee o let my sad complaint draw near, To my petition lend a gratious ear, 'Tis not in man his steps aright to guide, Support me Lord, & mine shall never slide, 170, Do not deny the humble boon I crave, But since thy word's engag'd o hear & save,
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21 Let supple arasites bow mean & low, While haughty princes high resentments show, While they without a cause my Conduct blame, Proscribe my person & expose my name, Yet He not fear my brother mortall dust, While I thy judgments fear & promise trust, 162 still let great robbers make it all their joy, The innocent & helplefse to destroy, With loud inglorious triumphs shout & sing, When they the spoils from plunder'd Orphans bring, I envy not their most succesfull fight, Thy word my peacefull joy & calm delight, 163 Fraud I abhorr & no ill arls approve, Thy Sacred law my treasure & my love. 164 That fills my breast while from my voice & Lyre, Perpetuall praises shall to heaven aspire, What peace, what dear delight thy laws attend, And those who love them nothing shall oftend, 166 Thy words I've kept & in the greatest straight, Did ever for thy strong salvation wait, 167 Still does my gratefull soul thy laws approve, Which more than all the joys of life i love, 168. These strictly kept, ev'n where no eye cou'd see, Since all things naked are & open Lord to thee. 22 169 To thee o let my sad complaint draw near, To my petition lend a gratious ear, 'Tis not in man his steps aright to guide, Support me Lord, & mine shall never slide, 170, Do not deny the humble boon I crave, But since thy word's engag'd o hear & save,
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