X. Michael Drayton

In the XII. Chap. of the prophesie of Isaiah

OH liuing Lord, I still will laude thy name!

For though thou wert offended once with mee,

Thy heauy wrath is turn’d from me againe,

And graciously thou now doost comfort mee.

Behold, the Lord is my saluation,

I trust in him, and feare not any power:

He is my song, the strength I lean vpon;

The Lord God is my louing Sauiour.

Wherefore with ioy out of the well of life

Draw foorth sweet water which it dooth affoord:

And in the day of trouble and of strife

Cal on the name of God the liuing Lord.

Extol his works and woonders to the sunne,

Unto al people let his praise be showne;

Record in song the meruails he hath done,

And let his glorie through the world be blowne.

Crie out aloud and shout on Sion hill;

I giue thee charge that this proclaimed be,—

The great and mightie King of Israëll

Now only dwelleth in the midst of thee.