Пёрселл Генри - Hear me, O Lord, the great support - текст песни (слова)

Hear me, O Lord, the great support 
 Of my integrity; 
 Thou hast my former troubles eas'd, 
 Now to my pray'rs draw nigh. 
 Fond men! that would my glory stain, 
 My government despise; 
 How long will ye pursue vain hopes, 
 And please yourselves with lies? 
 
 Know that the Lord does righteous men 
 With special favour own: 
 Though you despise me, he ne'er will 
 On my petitions frown. 
 Sin not, but fear; let quiet thoughts 
 Instruct and make you wise; 
 Join a pure heart with trust in God 
 As the best sacrifice.
 
 Though others in distrust of thee 
 To other succours fly, 
 Thou art our hope; Lord, cast on us 
 A favourable eye. 
 Thy love more cheers my heart than when 
 Their corn has wish'd increase; 
 Or when a happy vintage makes 
 Their wine o'erflow the press.
 
 Down will I lie in peace, and sleep 
 Shall close my wearied eyes; 
 No fears disturb me, whilst I know 
 In God my safety lies.