Psalm LXXIII

THE SUDDEN storms that heave me to and fro,

Had well near pierced Faith, my guiding sail;

For I that on the noble voyage go

To succour truth, and falsehood to assail,

Constrained am to bear my sails full low;

And never could attain some pleasant gale.

For unto such the prosperous winds do blow

As run from port to port to seek avail.

This bred despair; whereof such doubts did grow

That I gan faint, and all my courage fail.

But now, my BLAGE, mine error well I see;

Such goodly light king David giveth me.