Tempted, but trusting
							
																								
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									A prayer of David. Incline thine eare, O Lord, and heare me: for I am poore and needy.
								
							 
																								
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									Preserue thou my soule, for I am mercifull: my God, saue thou thy seruant, that trusteth in thee.
								
							 
																								
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									Be mercifull vnto me, O Lord: for I crie vpon thee continually.
								
							 
																								
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									Reioyce the soule of thy seruant: for vnto thee, O Lord, doe I lift vp my soule.
								
							 
																								
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									For thou, Lord, art good and mercifull, and of great kindenes vnto all them, that call vpon thee.
								
							 
																								
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									Giue eare, Lord, vnto my prayer, and hearken to the voyce of my supplication.
								
							 
																								
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									In the day of my trouble I will call vpon thee: for thou hearest me.
								
							 
																								
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									Among the gods there is none like thee, O Lord, and there is none that can doe like thy workes.
								
							 
																								
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									All nations, whome thou hast made, shall come and worship before thee, O Lord, and shall glorifie thy Name.
								
							 
																								
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									For thou art great and doest wonderous things: thou art God alone.
								
							 
																								
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									Teach me thy way, O Lord, and I will walke in thy trueth: knit mine heart vnto thee, that I may feare thy Name.
								
							 
																								
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									I wil prayse thee, O Lord my God, with all mine heart: yea, I wil glorifie thy Name for euer.
								
							 
																								
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									For great is thy mercie toward me, and thou hast deliuered my soule from the lowest graue.
								
							 
																								
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									O God, the proude are risen against me, and the assemblies of violent men haue sought my soule, and haue not set thee before them.
								
							 
																								
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									But thou, O Lord, art a pitifull God and mercifull, slowe to anger and great in kindenes and trueth.
								
							 
																								
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									Turne vnto me, and haue mercy vpon me: giue thy strength vnto thy seruant, and saue the sonne of thine handmayd.
								
							 
																								
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									Shew a token of thy goodnes towarde me, that they which hate me, may see it, and be ashamed, because thou, O Lord, hast holpen me and comforted me.