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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
Psalme LXXXV
VI. Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke
Benedixisti, Domine.

MIGHTY Lord, from this thy land
  Never was thy love estrang’d:
Jacob’s servitude thy hand
  Hath, we know, to freedome chang’d.
All thy people’s wicked parts        5
  Have byn banisht from thy sight:
  Thou on them hast cured quite
All the woundes of synnfull dartes;
  Still thy choller quenching soe,
  Heate to flame did never grow.        10
Now then, God, as heretofore,
  God, the God that dost us save,
Change our state; in us no more
  Lett thine anger object have.
Wilt thou thus for ever grieve?        15
  Wilt thou of thy wrathfull rage
  Draw the threed from age to age?
Never us againe relieve?
  Lord, yet once our hartes to joy
  Show thy grace, thy help employ.        20
What speake I? O lett me heare
  What he speakes: for speake hee will
Peace to whome he love doth beare,
  Lest they fall to folly still.
Ever nigh to such as stand        25
  In his feare, his favour is:
  How can then his glory misse
Shortly to enlight our land?
  Mercy now and truth shall meete:
  Peace with kisse shall justice greete.        30
Truth shall spring in ev’ry place,
As the hearb, the earthe’s attire:
Justice’s long absent face
  Heav’n shall show, and earth admire.
Then Jehova on us will        35
  Good on good in plenty throw:
  Then shall we in gladdnes mow,
Wheras now in grief we till:
  Then before him in his way
  All goe right; not one shall stray.        40

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