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The nine and twentith Psalme.
You Kings and rulers, you Lords and mighty Monarchaes,
Whose hands with scepters, and heads with crownes be adorned,
Kneele to the King of Kings, and bring your dutiful offrings;
Lowt to the lyuing Lord; ascribe all might to the mighty
Alwayes mighty Monarch: and learne to be rul'd by the ruler,
Which heu'n, earth, and hell, rul's, ouerrules in a moment.
Whose hands with scepters, and heads with crownes be adorned,
Kneele to the King of Kings, and bring your dutiful offrings;
Lowt to the lyuing Lord; ascribe all might to the mighty
Alwayes mighty Monarch: and learne to be rul'd by the ruler,
Which heu'n, earth, and hell, rul's, ouerrules in a moment.
For this is only that one, whose thundring voyce fro the clustred
Clowds breaks foorth and roares, and horror brings to the whole world.
For this is only that one, whose feareful voyce fro the heauens
Cedars, tall Cedars, teares, rents, and ryues fro the rooting,
Cedars of Libanus constrayns lyke calues to be leaping:
And Cedar-bearing Libanus, with frightened Hermon
Lyke to a yong Vnicorne makes here and there to be skipping.
Clowds breaks foorth and roares, and horror brings to the whole world.
For this is only that one, whose feareful voyce fro the heauens
Cedars, tall Cedars, teares, rents, and ryues fro the rooting,
Cedars of Libanus constrayns lyke calues to be leaping:
And Cedar-bearing Libanus, with frightened Hermon
Lyke to a yong Vnicorne makes here and there to be skipping.
For this is only that one, whose threatnyng voyce, the deuouring
Lightnyngs flakes throwes downe, and terror brings to the deserts,
Teares downe trees and woods, makes hyndes for feare to be caluyng,
And that forelorne waste of Cadesh for to be tremblyng.
Lightnyngs flakes throwes downe, and terror brings to the deserts,
Teares downe trees and woods, makes hyndes for feare to be caluyng,
And that forelorne waste of Cadesh for to be tremblyng.
Euery voyce his voyce, his prayse, and glory pronounceth,
His sacred temple with his honnor dayly resoundeth.
Ouer gulfs and deepes his royall throane he reposeth,
Ouerwhelmyng gulfes, and drownyng deepes he represseth,
And stil a lyuing Lord, stil a King almighty remayneth,
And yet a father stil: for he leaues not, stil to be sendyng
Strength to his owne elect, and inward peace for a blessing.
His sacred temple with his honnor dayly resoundeth.
Ouer gulfs and deepes his royall throane he reposeth,
Ouerwhelmyng gulfes, and drownyng deepes he represseth,
And stil a lyuing Lord, stil a King almighty remayneth,
And yet a father stil: for he leaues not, stil to be sendyng
Strength to his owne elect, and inward peace for a blessing.
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