By, or collected by Anne Vaughan Lock
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O God, God of my health, my saving God,
Have mercy, Lord, and shew Thy might to save.
Assoil me, God, from guilt of guiltless blood,
And eke from sin that I ingrowing have
By flesh and blood and by corrupted kind.
Upon my blood and soul extend not, Lord,
Vengeance for blood, but mercy let me find,
And strike me not with Thy revenging sword.
So, Lord, my joying tongue shall talk Thy praise,
Thy name my mouth shall utter in delight,
My voice shall sound Thy justice, and Thy ways,
Thy ways to justify Thy sinful wight.
God of my health, from blood I saved so
Shall spread Thy praise for all the world to know.
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Shew mercy, Lord, not unto me alone:
But stretch Thy favour and Thy pleased will,
To spread Thy bounty and Thy grace upon
Sion, for Sion is Thy holy hill:
That Thy Hierusalem with mighty wall
May be enclosed under Thy defence,
And builded so that it may never fall
By mining fraud or mighty violence.
Defend Thy church, Lord, and advance it so,
So in despite of tyranny to stand,
That trembling at Thy power the world may know
It is upholden by Thy mighty hand:
That Sion and Hierusalem may be
A safe abode for them that honour Thee.
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Then on Thy hill, and in Thy walled town,
Thou shalt receive the pleasing sacrifice,
The bruit shall of Thy praised name resoune
In thankful mouths, and then with gentle eyes
Thou shalt behold upon Thy altar life
Many a yelden host of humbled heart,
And round about them shall Thy people cry:
We praise Thee, God our God: Thou only art
The God of might, of mercy, and of grace.
That I then, Lord, may also honour Thee,
Relieve my sorrow, and my sins deface:
Be, Lord of mercy, merciful to me:
Restore my feeling of Thy grace again:
Assure my soul, I crave it not in vain.
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