XI. Henry Lok

THE LORD! he is my saving light,

Whom should I therefore feare?

He makes my foes to fall, whose teeth

Would me in sunder teare.

Though hostes of men besiege my soule,

My heart shall neuer dread;

So that within his court and sight,

My life may still be led.

For in his Church from trouble free

He shall me keepe in holde;

In spight of foes, his wrondrous prayse

My song shall still unfold.

Have mercie, Lord, therefore, on me,

And heare me when I cry;

Thou bidst me looke with hope on thee;

For help to thee I fly.

In wrath therefore hide not thy face,

But be thou still my aide;

Though parents fayle thou wilt assist—

Thy promise so hath said.

Teach me thy truth, and thy right path,

Least that the enemy

Prevaile against my life; whose tongues

Entrap me treacherously.

My heart would fainte for feare, unless

My faith did build on thee;

My hope’s my God, and comfort’s strength,

Who will deliver me.