XCVII. John Marbeck

2 SAM. XXII. 2–7.

GOD is my strength; in him I will

Put all my hope and trust;

For I do finde him vnto me

Both mercifull and iust.

He is my shield, the horne of health,

My tower that is so strong;

My refuge and my Sauiour,

From taking any wrong.

I will on him call day and night,

Who worthy is of prayse;

Not doubting then but that I shall

Preserued be alwayes.

The pangs of death gat me about,

And griped me full sore;

The flowing floods of wicked men

Did fray me more and more.

The sorrowes of the hell or graue

Me compassed about;

The snares were set to trappe me in,

That I should not get out.

Then in my trouble did I call

Unto the Lord on hye,

Who from out of his holy place

Gaue eare vnto my cry.