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.