The .ciij. Psalme.
My
soule preach & declare the Lord, preach and spreade out his fame:
And eke my bowelles euerye one preach ye hys holy name.
Preach and declare the Lorde, I saye, my soule, and kepe in mynde:
The benifites & great goodnes, that in him thou dydst fynde.
He forgeueth the all thy fautes, and thyne iniquities:
And healeth all thy syknesses and thyne infirmities.
From the powre of the destroyer he setteth thy lyfe free:
His benifites & mercies all, he heapeth vpon the.
With thynges that are dulcet and swete, he doeth aye fyll thy mouth:
That lyke as doeth the egle thou mayest recouer thyne youth.
The Lorde wyth iustice doeth reuenge, all such as are oppreste:
And to deliuer innocentes, he is redie and preste.
His lawes and his commaundementes, to Moses dyd he tell:
So dyd he to Iacobs chyldren hys studies & counsell.
The Lorde is kynd and mercifull, when synnars do hym greue:
Longe sufferynge wyth patience, and redie to forgeue.
He vseth not to chyde & braule wyth worddes continually:
Neither to be styll myndfull of a wrōge or iniurie.
He doeth not vse to handle vs accordynge to our synne:
He rewardeth the wickednes that we haue lyued in.
For as the space is wondrouse great, twyxt earth and heauen aboue:
So is hys goodnes muche more large, to thē that do hym loue.
He doeth remoue our synnes from vs and our offences all:
As far as is the sunne risynge full distant from his fall.
And loke what pitie parentes deare vnto theyr chyldren beare:
Lyke pitie doeth the Lorde beare to, all such as do hym feare.
For our state and condicion, he knoweth certenly:
And that we be nought else but duste, he hath in memorie.
He knoweth also that mans tyme is, lyke to the wydderynge haye:
Or lyke the fayre floure of the field, that fadeth sone awaye.
Whose fayre beautie the stormie wyndes, do vtterly disgrace:
And brynge him out of knowledge wyth men that dwell in that place.
But yet the goodnes of the Lorde towardes them that do him feare:
Shall dure for aye, and his justice, towardes theyr nephewes so deare.
Towarde such, I saye, as kepe his hestes and beare in memorie:
His lawes and institutions, to do them perfectly.
The Lorde hath prepared & set, his throne in heauen so hye:
And hys kyngdome ruleth all thynges that are vnder the skye.
Ye angelles of the Lorde, preach hym, ye myghtie men I saye:
Put the Lordes busines in vre, and to hys worde obey.
Preach the Lord, O hys armies all, preach and set hym forth styll:
For whylse ye be hys mynisters, ye do performe his wyll.
O ye worckes of the Lorde preach hym, throughout his imperie:
Preach him my soule, cease not my soule, to preach the Lorde boldly.