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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

Psalme CXXI

XI. Henry Lok

VNTO the hils I lift my eyes,

From whence my helpe shall grow;

Euen to the Lord which fram’d the heauens,

And made the deeps below.

He will not let my feete to slip;

My watchman neither sleepes:

Behold the Lord of Israell still

His flocke in safety keepes.

The Lord is my defence; he doth

About me shadow cast;

By day nor night the sunne nor moone

My limbs shall burne or blast.

He shall preserue me from all ill,

And me from sinne protect;

My going in, and comming forth,

He euer shall direct.