The Whole Booke of Psalmes ‎#11d

11d. Ad te Domine

1 I lift my heart to thee,
my God and guide most just:
Now suffer me to take no shame,
for in thee do I trust.
2 Let not my foes rejoyce,
nor make a scorne of me:
And let them not be overthrown,
that put their trust in thee.

3 But shame shall them befall,
who harm them wrongfully:
Therefore thy paths and thy right waies
unto me Lord descry:
4 Direct me in thy truth,
and teach me, I thee pray:
Thou art my God and Saviour,
on thee I wait alway.

5 Thy mercies manifold,
I pray thee Lord remember:
And eke thy pitie plentifull,
for they have been for ever.
6 Remember not the faults
and frailty of my youth:
Remember not how ignorant
I have been of thy truth.

Nor after my deserts
let me thy mercy findL
But of thine own benignity
Lord have me in thy mind.
7 His mercy is full sweet,
his truth a perfect guide:
Therefore the Lord will sinners teach,
and such as go aside.

u The humble he will teach
his precepts for to keep:
He will direct in all his waies,
the lowly and the meek.
9 For all the waies of God
are truth and mercy both:
To them that keep his Testament,
the witnesse of his troth.

The second Part:

10 Now for thy holy Name
O Lord, I thee intreat
To grant me pardon for my sin,
for it is wondrous great.
11 Who so doth feare the Lord,
the lord will him direct:
To lead his life in such a way
as he doth best accept.

12 His soule shall evermore
in goodnesse dwell and stand:
His seed and his posterity
inherit shall the land.
13 All those that feare the Lord,
know his secret intent;
And unto them he doth declare
his Will and Testament.

14 Mine eyes and eke my heart
to him I will advanceL
That plucked my feet out of the snare
of sin and ignorance.
15 With mercy me behold,
to thee I make my mone:
For I am poore and desolate,
and comfortlesse alone.

16 The troubles of my heart
are multiplied indeed:
Bring me out of this misery,
necessity and need.
17 Behold my poverty,
mine anguish and my paine:
Remit my sin and mine offence,
and make me cleane againe.

18 O Lord behold my foes,
how they do still increase:
Pursuing me with deadly hate,
that faine would live in peace:
19 Preserve and keep my soule,
and eke deliver me;
And let me not be overthrowne,
because I trust in thee.

20 Let my simple purenesse
me from mine enemies thend,
Because I look as one of then,
that thou shouldst me defend.
21 Deliver Lord thy folk,
and send them some relief:
I meane thy chosen Israel,
from all their paine and grief.

Text Information

• First Line: I lift my heart to thee
• Title: Ad te Domine
• Author: T. S.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1640
• Scripture:
  Psalm 25
• Notes: Sing to Psalm 46

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