1 Helpe Lord for good and godly men
doe perish and decay:
And faith and truth from worldly men
is parted cleane away.

2 Whoso doth with his neighbor talk,
his talke is all but vaine:
For every man bethinketh how
to flatter, lie and faine.

3 But flattering and deceitfull lips,
and tongues that be so stout,
To speake proud words and make great brags,
The Lord soone cuts them out.

4 For they say still we will prevaile,
our tongues shall us extoll:
Our tongues be ours we ought to speak
what Lord shall us controll?

5 But for the great complaint and crie
of poore and men opprest:
Arise will I now saith the Lord,
and them restore to rest.

6 Gods word is like to silver pure,
that from the earth is tride:
And hath no lesse then seaven times
in fire beene purified.

7 Now since thy promise is to helpe,
Lord keepe thy promise then:
And save us now and evermore
from this ill kinde of men.

8 For now this wicked world is full
of mischiefes manifold:
When vanitie with worldly men
so highly is extold.