1 Regard, O Lord, for I complain,
and make my suit to thee;
Let not my words return in vain,
but give an ear to me.
2 From out the coasts and utmost parts
of all the earth I cry,
In grief and anguish of my heart,
to thee, O God, most high.
3 Upon the rock of thy great pow'r
my woeful mind repose;
Thou art my hope, my fort, and tow'r,
my fence against my foes.
4 Within thy tent I long to dwell,
there ever to abide;
Under thy wings I know right well
I shall me safely hide.
5 The Lord doth my desire regard,
and doth fulfil the same;
With riches great will he reward
all those that fear his Name.
6 The king shall he in health maintain
and so prolong his days,
That he from age to age may reign
with honor great always;
7 That he may have a dwelling place
before the Lord alway;
O let thy mercy, truth, and grace,
defend them from decay:
8 And then, O Lord, I ever will
sing praise unto thy Name,
That all my vows I may fulfill,
and daily pay the same.Source: The whole book of Psalms: collected into English metre #LXI