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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

Parker, Matthew (1504-1575)

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Psalme. LXXXVI.

The Argument.

Here Dauid prayth: this Psalme I say,
That Saule hym fraith: with great distresse,
But Christ more true: yea Christ doth pray.
Who once did sue: as man in flesh,
To scape all spite: but most for vs,
He this endight: and sayth euen thus.
and sayth euen thus.

Inclina Domine. These ceasures haue perfect sence red, seuerally or ioyntly.

1

Bow downe thyne eare:
For thee I feare:
Whose fauour kynd:
I fayne would finde:
For poore I lye:
My wante I spye:

O Lord heare me,
as God most hye,
my hart would see,
thy grace at eye,
all wrapt in thrall,
to thee I call.
To thee I call.

2

My soule preserue:
Aye thee to serue:
So wholy bought:
Keepe then in thought:
Thy seruant poore:
To thee the more:

for thyne it is,
vnfainedly,
it may not misse,
my Lord sayd I,
to thee I call,
wythstand my fall.
Wythstand my fall.

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3

Extend thy grace:
And shew thy face:
In mercy so:
I stand therto:
Wherto I hyed:
And dayly cryed:

saue me O Lord,
all louingly,
thy grace aforde,
assuredly,
to seke for ease,
I wyll not cease.
I wyll not cease.

4

O Lord make glad:
My state full sad:
To thee I go:
From all my wo:
I mourne to thee:
Though hie thou bee:

thy seruantes hart,
and soule is fret,
from thee to start,
I wyll not yet,
in soules disease,
I trust to please.
I trust to please.

5

For kynde thou art:
Of gentle hart:
To all a lyke:
Who wyll thee seke:
In stable fayth:
In thee who stayth:

O Lord of grace,
and mercifull,
in euery place,
most bountefull,
thou art to spie,
who mournth in thee,
Who mournth in thee.

6

Agayne I say:
To thee I praye:
Thou knowst my paine:
My foes restraine:
Expende my crie:
Thou seest I ligh:

my Lord geue eare,
in thys my mone,
which now I beare,
I weepe alone,
full bitterlie,
all heauilie.
All heauilie.

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7

When troubles rise:
In sundrie wise:
I drawe thee neare:
For thou wilt heare:
Then helpe me send:
As trustie frend:

in dreadfull dayes,
on thee I call,
in all my frayes,
when I am thrall,
from heauen so bright,
my hart to light.
My hart to light.

8

None like to thee:
Of Gods that be:
For wit, for might:
Thy workes be right:
Who wyll contend:
As them to mend:

O God most hie,
all day so sought,
for maiestie,
thy dedes be wrought,
wyth thee in sight,
O most of myght,
O most of myght.

9

All people iust:
Now come they must:
O Lord full low:
And them bestow:
Thy grace to prayse:
So good alwayes:

whom thou hast fourmd,
to worship thee,
wyth mynd refourmd,
in hart most free,
thy name to sprede,
theyr doynges lead.
Theyr doynges lead.

10

For God art thou:
As once so now:
Thou madest all thyng:
The heauens do sing:
No God but thee:
As eye may see:

thou wonders doost,
thou shewest thy myght,
on earth and dust,
thy power in sight,
shall Paynyms neede,
by Gospels reede.
By Gospels reede.

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11

Teach me thy way:
That sue I may:
All walke to it:
My hart O knit:
Wyth reuerence:
In confidence:

O Lord agayne,
thy truth so free,
make me to strayne,
in thee to lygh,
to loue thy name,
to feare the same.
To feare the same.

12

I thee wyll thanke:
Wyth hart most franke:
Thy louyng grace:
I wyll embrace:
Thyne excellence:
Wyth diligence:

O Lord my God,
to sing thy prayse,
so wyde and brode,
fall out my dayes,
I wyll proclayme,
to shew thy name,
To shew thy name.

13

Thyne actes to me:
Full great they be:
Thou rydst full quyte:
By thy great myght:
My soule of late:
From hell the state:

I must confesse,
myne eyes doth see,
my depe distresse,
thou madest me free,
nye gone and lost,
all nethermost.
All nethermost.

14

O God so great:
At me they fret:
The worst of all:
They wyshe my fall:
They feare not thee:
Thy face they flee:

the proud aryse,
in numbers ryfe,
in cruell wyse,
they seke my lyfe,
they much do boast,
in euery coast.
In euery coast.

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15

But thou O Lord:
As truth recordth:
Art pitifull:
To wrath but dull:
In grace and truth:
To mone in ruth:

yet God most meeke,
of louyng brest,
thee poore to seeke,
to mercy prest,
looke thou on vs,
all gratious.
All gratious.

16

O turne to me:
My rocke to be:
Thy seruant strength:
That I at length:
Wyth thee may wonne:
Thy handmai:s sonne:

and turne anone,
thy grace I craue,
for which I grone,
my soule to saue,
in thy cleare house,
all glorious.
All glorious.

17

O shew to me:
Some amitie:
Agaynst my foes:
Thou healtst my woes:
That they may see:
I stayde by thee:

for good, some signe,
shew thou in sight,
though foes repyne,
to shame theyr spite,
and so agree,
in comfort free.
In comfort free.