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Venite exultemus.
Psalme .lxxxxv.
I.H.
An earnest exhortaciō to prayse god for the gouernment of the world and the election of his church. An admonishion not to folow the rebellion of the olde fathers, that tempted God in the wildernes: For the which they might not enter into the land of promise.
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O come
let vs lyfte vp oure voyce,
and synge vnto the Lorde,
in him our rock of health reioyce,
let vs with one accorde,
yea let vs come before his face,
to geue him thanks and prayse,
in singing Psalmes vnto his grace,
let vs be glad all wayes.
and synge vnto the Lorde,
in him our rock of health reioyce,
let vs with one accorde,
yea let vs come before his face,
to geue him thanks and prayse,
in singing Psalmes vnto his grace,
let vs be glad all wayes.
For why the Lorde he is no doubte,
a greate and myghty God:
A kynge aboue all Gods throughout,
in all the worlde abrode.
The secretes of the yearth so depe,
and corners of the land:
The toppes of hilles that are so stepe,
he hath them in his hand.
a greate and myghty God:
A kynge aboue all Gods throughout,
in all the worlde abrode.
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and corners of the land:
The toppes of hilles that are so stepe,
he hath them in his hand.
The sea and waters all are his,
for he the same hath wrought:
The earth and all that therin is,
his hande hath made of nought.
Come let vs bow and prayse the Lorde,
before him let vs fall:
And knele to him with one acorde,
the whiche hathe made vs all.
for he the same hath wrought:
The earth and all that therin is,
his hande hath made of nought.
Come let vs bow and prayse the Lorde,
before him let vs fall:
And knele to him with one acorde,
the whiche hathe made vs all.
For why he is the Lorde our God,
for vs he doth prouide?
We are his folke he doth vs fede,
his shepe, and he our guide.
To day if ye his voice will heare,
then harden not your hart:
As ye with grudging many a yeare,
prouoked me in deserte.
for vs he doth prouide?
We are his folke he doth vs fede,
his shepe, and he our guide.
To day if ye his voice will heare,
then harden not your hart:
As ye with grudging many a yeare,
prouoked me in deserte.
Wher as your fathers tempted me,
my power for to proue:
My wondrous works whē they did see,
yet still they woulde me moue.
Twise twenty yeare, they did me greue
and I to them did saye:
They erre in heart and not beleue,
they haue not knowne my waye.
my power for to proue:
My wondrous works whē they did see,
yet still they woulde me moue.
Twise twenty yeare, they did me greue
and I to them did saye:
They erre in heart and not beleue,
they haue not knowne my waye.
| The Whole Booke of Psalmes, collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold I. Hopkins & others: conferred with the Ebrue, with apt Notes to synge the[m] withal | |