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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

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Psalme. XCVI.

The Argument.

This Gentiles calleth: to (christian) fayth,
In Christ to ioy their head:
In whome all power: and glory layth,
To iudge both quicke and dead.

Cantate.


1

O syng (I bid) to God the Lord,
A song of new deuise:
Let all the earth: his prayse recorde,
for grace most new shall ryse.

2

(Unto) thys Lord: so new sing aye,
And prayse hys maiestie:
Be tellyng forth: from day to day,
His great benignitie.

3

To Gentiles him (looke ye) declare,
Hys glory tell them all:
And shew all folke: wyth all your care,
Hys workes most martiall.

4

For why (no dout) this Lord is hye,
Aboue all prayse so famde:
To be most drad: ryght worthely,
Aboue all Gods so namde.

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5

For all (euen all:) the hethen gods,
Be vayne, be things of nought:
This Lord in heauen: hath his abode,
and heauens by him were wrought.

6

All glory (prayse all) worship, fame,
Be his as ornament:
All prayse and power: be his to name,
In heauenly firmament.

7

Ye stocks (of men) and familyes,
Of peoples, bring this Lord:
Bryng ye this Lord: as comly is,
All laud for power of worde.

8

Yea glory geue (all ye) full true,
To his sweete name most hye:
Heaue vp your giftes: present hym due,
His courtes thus drawe ye nye.

9

Before this Lord (his face) bow downe,
Before his holy grace:
Ye dwellers all: in fielde and towne,
O dread his mighty face.

10

Tel ye (I say) the Gentiles all
This Lord his raigne hath pight:
The world is fast: not lyke to fall,
And he shall iudge in right.

11

Let heauens (so hye) be glad so pure,
Let all the earth reioyce:
Let all the sea: in furniture,
enhaunce theyr cherefull voyce.

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12

The (fruitfull) fieldes: and all therin,
Ought now reioyce full lite:
Than shall all trees: In woode be seene,
to gether ioye in sight.

13

Before this Lord: who (shortly) comth,
For come to rule is he:
To iudge the worlde bright brightfull dome,
His flocke by verytye.