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Psalme. LXXIII.
The Argument.
This musing Psalme: by Dauid made: to Asaph put to sing,Doth shew the endes of good and bad: what vice what vertue bringth.
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O good is God: to Israell,To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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But yet my feete: wel nye were gone: to dout of godly wayes,My steps of lyfe: almost were slipt: to renne in lyke astrayes.
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For why I fret: all whote in zeale: to note how sinners were:In peace wyth blisse: all whole beset: the good men all in feare.
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For they of death: feele no distresse: nor much it doth them fret,Theyr strength is fresh: in euery part: well fed and fat they iet.
Yet good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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Misfortune none: befalth these men: no labour pressth them hard:They haue no scourge: as other men: all welth is theyr reward.
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Of this ariseth: their hawty pride: wherin they vaunt so stout:All clad they bee: wyth wyckednes: and wrong euen round about.
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With fatnes foule: theyr eyes be sweld: their gullets feele no thurstTheir paunches ful: their helth so quart: theyr hartes excede in lust
Yet good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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And others they: corrupt with talke: they speake all that is noughtThey do blaspheme: euen God aboue: such rage dewraith their thought.
9
For vp to heauen: they cast their mouth: Gods prouidēce to scorneTheir tong in earth: must beare the rule: by them ye poore is lorne.
10
This makth all folke: to fall to them: to sue their wealth vnto:Their water cups: to drinke in part: to ease theyr want and wo.
Yet good is God: to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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The people mad: tush say they all: do God such matters know?Hath God aboue: respect or care: of thinges so done below?
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For lo say they: these wycked men: they prosper well in all:The world is theirs: as ioly men: all goodes to them befall.
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And some of them: sayd thus agayne: my hart I clensd in vayne:To purge my lyfe: from suttle art: I count it folish payne.
Yet good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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Thus vext I went: afflict in hart: all day by wycked sect:In early morne: sore scourged I was: to haue this case detect.
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I had almost: sayd euen as they: lo then I had bene wood:For so should I: haue euill reproued: thy flocke of children good.
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I sought and sought: to search it out: O Lord what this might be:But thou O God: so secret wart: it was to hard for me.
Yet good is God: to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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I doubted still: tyll God I sought: in hys most saintly place:To note hys wont: in all their endes: at last of all theyr race.
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I spied thou setst: theyr slipper state: in brittle goodes vnclere:Thou cast thē down: on hed to nought: yea when most hie they were
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O how they quayld: most sodenly: cast down and perisht quyte?For their misdeedes: & wyckednes: to nought brought down in sight.
Then good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
20
As dreames so vayne: do vanyshe quite: from man yt wakth frō slepeTheyr image Lord: so shalt thou stroy: thy citie not to kepe.
21
Myne inward ghost: sore vext it was: before this case I knew:It pearst my raynes: and rootes of hart: to note their workes vntrue
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So fond I was: and ignorant: in secret workes of thee:To brute beast lyke: all voyde of wit: so dull thy trade to see.
For good thou art: to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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But yet O lord: though thus I thought: I was held vp by thee:My right hand yet: thou heldst so vp: that far I dyd not flee.
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As me thou taughtst: so hence thou wylt: teach me thy secret wil,And after that: with glory bright: my soule with ioy to fill.
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For whome haue I: in heauen but thee: to loue or trust aright:Or who in earth: can health impart: but thou my harts delight.
All good thou art to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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Though flesh & hart: here fayled me: thou didst not me forsake:Thou art O God: my strength of hart: my part thou art to take.
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For lo who far: from thee do stray: they perishe shall no doubt:A whoryng who: eke renne fro thee: thou driuest them al to nought
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But good for me: by God to hold: in thee O God to trust:To tell thyne actes: how good thou art: in Syon gate full iust.
O good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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