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Domine refugium.
Psal. lxxxx.
I.H.
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Moyses in his prayer setteth before vs the eternal fauour of God towardes his, who are nether admonished by the breuitie of theyr lyfe, nor by his plages to be thanckefull. Therfore Moyses prayeth God to tourne their hartes and continew his mercies towardes them and theyr posteritie for euer.
Thou
Lorde hast ben our suer defence,
Our place of ease and rest:
In all times past, yea so longe sence,
as cannot be exprest.
Or there was made mountaine or hill,
the earth or worlde abrod:
From age to age and alwayse still,
for euer thou art God.
Our place of ease and rest:
In all times past, yea so longe sence,
as cannot be exprest.
Or there was made mountaine or hill,
the earth or worlde abrod:
From age to age and alwayse still,
for euer thou art God.
Thou grindest man through gref & paine
to dust or clay and then:
And then thou sayst agayne, returne,
againe ye sonnes of men.
The lastyng of a thousand yeare,
what is it in thy sighte:
As yester day it doth appere,
or as a watche one nighte.
to dust or clay and then:
And then thou sayst agayne, returne,
againe ye sonnes of men.
The lastyng of a thousand yeare,
what is it in thy sighte:
As yester day it doth appere,
or as a watche one nighte.
So sone as thou doest scattre them,
then is their life and trade:
All as a slepe and like the grasse.
whose bewty soone doth fade.
Which in the morning, shines full bright,
but fadeth by and by:
And is cut downe, ere it be night,
all withered dead and drye.
then is their life and trade:
All as a slepe and like the grasse.
whose bewty soone doth fade.
Which in the morning, shines full bright,
but fadeth by and by:
And is cut downe, ere it be night,
all withered dead and drye.
For through thine anger we consume,
our might is muche decayed:
And of thy feruent wrath and fume,
we are full sore afrayed.
The wicked works ye we haue wrought,
thou setst before thine eye:
Our priuie faultes, yea eke our thought,
thy countenaunce doth espye.
our might is muche decayed:
227
we are full sore afrayed.
The wicked works ye we haue wrought,
thou setst before thine eye:
Our priuie faultes, yea eke our thought,
thy countenaunce doth espye.
For through thy wrath our daies do wast
therof doth nought remayne:
Our yeres consume as wordes or blast
and are not called agayne.
Our time is threscore yeare and ten,
that we doo liue on molde:
If one see fourescore, surely then,
we count him wonders oulde.
therof doth nought remayne:
Our yeres consume as wordes or blast
and are not called agayne.
Our time is threscore yeare and ten,
that we doo liue on molde:
If one see fourescore, surely then,
we count him wonders oulde.
Yet of this tune the strength and chief,
the whiche we counte vpon:
Is nothing els but painfull grief,
and we as blastes are gone.
Who once doth know, what strength is there
what might thine anger hath?
Or in his hart, who doeth the feare,
according to thy wrath?
the whiche we counte vpon:
Is nothing els but painfull grief,
and we as blastes are gone.
Who once doth know, what strength is there
what might thine anger hath?
Or in his hart, who doeth the feare,
according to thy wrath?
Instruct vs Lorde to know and try,
how longe our dayes remayne:
That then we may our hartes apply,
true wisdom to attayne.
Retourn O Lord, how long wilt thou
fourth on in wrath procede:
Shew fauour to thy seruauntes now,
and healp them at their nede.
how longe our dayes remayne:
That then we may our hartes apply,
true wisdom to attayne.
Retourn O Lord, how long wilt thou
fourth on in wrath procede:
Shew fauour to thy seruauntes now,
and healp them at their nede.
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Refresh vs with thy mercy soone,
and then our ioie shalbe:
All times so long as lyfe doth last,
in harte reioyce shall we,
As thou hast plaged vs before,
nowe also make vs glad:
And for the yeres wherin full sore,
affliction we haue had.
and then our ioie shalbe:
All times so long as lyfe doth last,
in harte reioyce shall we,
As thou hast plaged vs before,
nowe also make vs glad:
And for the yeres wherin full sore,
affliction we haue had.
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