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The .viij. Psalme.

O Lorde , our Lorde, howe wonderfull is thy most holy name:
Throughout the earth? that aboue heauēs thou spreadest out thy fame
Thou haste brought strength oute of the mouth of babes and sucklinges yonge:
For thy foes sakes, to weken them, that reuenge their owne wronge.
But thyne heauens I wyl behold, thyne handiworckes I saye:
The mone and starres that thou hast made, and prepared for aye.
What thynge is mortall man that thou doest him neuer forget:
And the sonne of man what is he, that thou doest him vyset?
For vnto God thou hast made him litle inferiour:
Thou hast compassed hym wyth suche glory, and suche honour.
Thou hast made him lord of ye worckes that thyne handes haue formed:


And eke all thinges vnder hys fete thou hast constytuted.
Al flockes of shepe and droues of beastes, thou diddest to him geue:
And eke the labouryng beastes that in the feldes do lyue.
The foules that lyue in the ayre, with fyshes great and smalle:
That lyue by the sea, and all thynges that passe by the sea walle.
O Lorde that arte our Lorde I saye, oure mayster and our guyde:
How wonderfull (Lord) is thy name, through oute the earth so wyde?