1 Help, Lord, for good and godly men
do perish and decay;
And faith and truth from worldly men,
is parted cleane away.
2 Who so doth with his neighbor talk,
his talk is all but vaine;
For every man bethinketh how
to flatter, lie and faine.
3 But flattering and deceitfull lips,
and tongues that be so stout
To speak proud words, and make great brags,
the Lord soon cuts them out.
4 For they say still we will prevaile,
our lips shall us extoll;
Our tongues are ours, we ought to speak,
what lord shall us controll?
5 But for the great complaint and cry
of poore and men opprest:
Arise will I now saith the Lord,
and them restore to rest.
6 God's Word is like to silver pure,
that from the dross is tri'd:
And hath no lesse than seven times
in fire been purifi'd.
7 Now sith thy promise is to help,
Lord, keep thy promise then:
And save us not and evermore,
from this ill kind of men.
8 For now this wicked world is full
of mischiefs manifold:
When vanity with worldly men
so highly is extold.
|First Line:||Help Lord for good and godly men|
|Title:||Salvum me fac|
|Notes:||Sing this to Psalm 3|