The .cvij. Psalme.
Confesse
, cōfesse vnto the Lord, for he is good I saye:
Confesse to him, for his mercie continueth for aye.
Let such as ye lord hath made fre, saye nowe vnfaynedly
That he hath set them fre from the powre of the enimie.
And that he hath gathered them out of all regions:
From east, from west, & from the north, and the south nations.
And whē they wandred in desert, through wayes in wyldernes.
Wherin they founde no dwellynge place, in theyr nede and destres.
And when through great honger and thurste, they faynted in theyr mynde:
They cried to hym in theyr dayngers, & dyd hym redie fynd.
He dyd deliuer them I saye, and led them the ryght waye:
To a towne of inhabitaunce, and gaue it thē for aye.
Let them confesse then and ascrybe, to the Lorde his mercies:
And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies.
For he glutteh the hungry soule, & fylleth wyth good thynges:
The soule that is lyke to perishe for lacke of norishynges.
Such as sate in vtter darckenes, and extreme miserie.
Because they dyd wythstand goddes worde, and set nothynge therby.
The same he made ryght pensyfe and eke of mynde desperate:
That they myght falle and no man shoulde helpe them in that estate.
Yet when they cried in theyr dayngers, he pulde them out of payne:
He ledde them out of thycke darckenes, and set them fre agayne.
Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies:
And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies.
For he brake downe the brasen gates, and caste them wydde open:
And the greate barres of Iron he hath in sunder broken.
The foles that by theyr wycked lyfe, haue gote sycknes plentie.
So that theyr soule abhorred meate, & they were lyke to die.
Yet when they cryed in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne.
And his word sent he healed them, and made them cleane agayne.
Let them confesse them and ascribe, to the Lorde his mercies
And eke the miracles that he, hath wrought before mens eies.
And let them offer sacrifice of hertie confessynge:
And let them tell forth all hys dedes, wyth most ioyfull syngynge.
Such as in shyppes go to the sea, and do theyr busynes there:
Haue sene goddes worckes and hys wonders that in the depthe appeare.
For his word the stormie wyndes, lyfte vp the waues on hye:
Nowe vp to heauen, & then they falle, downe to hell by and by.
In these troubles theyr hertes do faile, & they are turned rounde.
And wander lyke men that are drōcke, theyr wyttes are nothynge sownde.
These also cried in theyr dayngers, and he brought them from payne:
He layd, the storme and eke the waues, and made all caulme agayne.
Then they reioyce because God hath brought them to quiete reste:
And set thē in such an hauen as lyketh theyr herte beste.
Let them confesse then and ascribe, to the Lorde hys mercies:
And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies.
And let them extolle him in the companye of people:
And prayse hym emonge the elders, when they do assemble.
For he turneth the rennynge streames into a deserte grounde:
And dryeth vp the water sprynges, where muche water was founde.
So doeth he turne che fruitfull grownde, into barante and drye:
Because they that do dwell theron, do lyue so vitiousely.
And full of water he causeth, the wyldernes to stande:
And eke great plentie of welsprynges, where erste was most drye lande.
And there he placeth the hongry, and such as lacked foode:
To build a noble citie there, and a dwellyng ryght good.
And that they myght ther tyll come fieldes, and eke great vinyardes plant:
That myght beare fruite in such plentie, that there should be no want.
Further he doeth them prospere so, that they encrease greatly:
And theyr cattell he saueth so, that none of them do dye.
Yet are they minished also, and do somethynge decaye:
Sore vexed and oppressed of theyr owne rulars, I saye.
For God despyseth the rulars, sometyme, and that greatly:
Makynge them wander in desert, through whych no waye doeth lye.
But the pore he preserueth aye, out of all miserie:
And theyr housholdes he handleth, as they were shepe truly.
Which thynges when the good sorte dose, they reioyce and be fayne:
And the wycked haue nought to blame, or wherof to complayne.
Who so (therfore) is wise, let him kepe these thynges in his mynde:
And consyder what benifites he doeth in the Lorde fynde.
