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Psalme. CI.
The Argument.
When Dauid long: was kept from raigne,This Psalme he sang: to ease his payne:
How kinges should rule: here see you playne,
As he would fayne,
1
Both mercy meeke: & iudgement right,In Metres song: I wyll endight:
To thee I will: Lord sing in sight,
With hartes delyte.
2
I wyll my lyfe: beare strayt in way,If thou from me: goest not astray,
In all my house: cleane hart shall lay,
Without denay.
3
To wycked deede: none eye shall stand,And hate I wyll: all rebels band:
To ioyne wyth me: I wyll wythstand,
wyth hart and hand.
4
A froward hart: and wilfull stout;From my whole sight: shall flee full out,
To me shall clout: no wycked rout,
Wythout all dout.
5
Hys neyghbour who: styngth priuily,Hym will I stroy all vtterly,
I will not beare: proud hart [illeg.]ye,
Wyth pleasure hye.
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6
True men in earth: I wyll me get,Most nye to eye: wyth me to set:
Who walketh more strayt: shall serue me bet
Wythout all let.
7
From far my house: they shal be sent,Who guiles can forge: or lyes inuent,
None eye on them: shall firme be bent,
Wyth myne assent.
8
Yea soone by day: I will deface,Proud men in earth: of wycked trace,
To dryue all shrewes from Gods good place,
Wythout all grace.
Psalme. CII.
The Argument.
Here man in eare: most pituously,Wishth Syon built: defast in shame,
He moueth hys long: captiuitie,
Christes heauenly church: wishe we the same.
1
O Lord to thee: I cry and call.My prayer heare: O louinglye:
Thou art my Lord: most liberall,
Receyue my sute: admyt my cry.
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2
While thus I mourne: hide not thy face,From my distresse: so wrathfully:
Enclyne thyne eares: and heare my case,
But soone in hast: O aunswer make.
3
My dayes lyke smoke: slyde fast apace,Consume they do: no rest they take:
As fier brandes: my bones are brent,
Theyr liuely powers: my sprites forsake.
4
My wounded hart: lyeth impotent,As witherd hay: cut downe by sithe,
To eate my bread: from me it went,
On me so sore: this trouble lyeth.
5
For gronyng lowde: in thys distresse,My wofull hart: oh panth and sith,
That scant to skin: cleaneth any flesh,
My bones be sene: thus wast I lay.
6
Lyke Pellicane: in wildernesse,I am, which sing: but wele away,
As Owle that fleeth: all birdes in sight,
In desert darke: which loueth to stray.
7
Full watch I kepe: both day and night,Myne eyes no slepe: can take for mone,
To Sparow like: that leaueth her flight,
In houses eues: which lowerth alone.
8
All day my foes: do me reuyle,Wyth tauntes they sport: when I do grone,
These boasters mad: at me so vyle,
Agaynst my soule all sworne they bee.
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9
My bread that I: eate all this whyleWas ashes lyke: in taste to see,
My drinke with teares: with weping menkct.
So many griefes: afflicted mee.
10
My soule with cares: was full besprenct,To note thy wrath: and heauy frowne,
Thou liftst me vp: as I were strengthd,
But sone most weake: thou threwst me down
11
My dayes draw low: as shadow falth,When darke comth in: in field and towne,
I wyther like: as blosome palth,
My colour wanneth my moysture dryeth.
12
But thou yet Lord: as thee befalth,Art permanent: no man denieth,
Thy memory: shall aye remayne,
Where fast to dust: my nature hyeth.
13
I know thou wylt: once ryse agayne,To pitie (Lord) swete Syon mount,
To shew hys grace: the tyme constraynth,
The tyme is come: by iust account,
14
Thy seruants lo: desire in hart,To see her stones: to building mount,
They pitie her: to spie her smart,
To marke her thus: in dust opprest
15
The Gentils straunge: wyl ioyne their partTo feare Gods name: of all the best,
Ye kings of power: in earth all whole
Shall prayse thy name for worthiest.
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16
When this the Lord: shall hye extoll,In buildinges fresh: this Zyon place,
And her in booke of fame enroll,
When glory bryght: shall her embrace.
17
And when they see: how he is bent,To poore mans sute: in tender grace
And will not be: ought discontent,
To scorne theyr cryes: both all and some.
18
This thyng thus done: as monument,Shall written be: for folke to come,
That countries whole: which shall arise,
May laud thys Lord: wyth hye renome.
19
For God from hye: hath cast his eyes,When holy is: his sacrary,
Thys Lord from heauen: in gentle wise,
Hath lookt to earth: to heare the cry.
20
To heare I say: the wofull playntes,Of men fast bound: in misery,
To losen them: from theyr constrayntes,
Which were at deathes dore very neare.
21
That they might shew: to all hys saintes,In Zyon place: Gods name so deare,
To tell all out: Ierusalem,
His worthy laudes: in open quere.
22
When people whole: shall mete in realme,Of all estates: which this shall know,
To serue this God: so good to them,
All reignes to hym: shall them bestow.
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23
Though God as yet: my strength hath beateFrom captine state: to iourney slow
Though he my dayes: hath short extreat,
I Zyon trust: yet built to spy.
24
I wyll hym thus: wyth wordes intreat,Ah God my God: to wastefully,
Cut not my dayes: by halfe away,
Where thy yeares last: eternally.
25
Thou laydst the earth: in stable stayAt first full strong: by power deuine,
The heauens euen so: none will denay,
Be wrought by thee: wyth all their shyne.
26
They all shall quayle: thou yet shalt holde,As garmentes worne: waxe thinne and fine,
Thou shalt them change: as vestures olde
They shall be changd: thus temporall.
27
But thou art still: as we behold,And art that art: perpetuall,
Thy yeares in length: shal stand in deede,
For feele defect: they neuer shall.
28
We trust the more: thy seruants seede,Olde Abrahams stocke: shal not decay,
Their issue Lord: by thee shal spede,
Before thy face: to dwell for aye.
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Psalme. CIII.
The Argument.
The righteous man: whom God doth feede,Enioyneh his soule: due laudes to sing,
For his great loue: who knowth his nede,
From griefe and payne: his hart to bring,
Who steyth his state: all voyde of dread,
His dayes in peace: with ioy to lead.
Thus playth his string.
1
Arise my soule: blisse thou the Lord,Addresse thy selfe: his name to spread,
My senses all: wyth iust accord,
Within without: do it in dede,
Hys holy name: due prayse record,
Thus byd ye be: in his true word.
So oft to reade.
2
Reuolue the same: in gratefull mynde,My soule I say: to thee agayne,
His benefites to tell full kynde
To thee it is: most certaine gayne,
To God who will: him faster bynde,
Of his good grace: the more shall fynde
I tell thee playne.
3
Of all thy sinnes: the giltines,He pardon giueth: full louingly,
In all thy sores: of heuines,
Thou mayst in hym: haue remedy,
If thou to hym: makst thine accesse
In stable hart: with faithfulnes,
Thine ease to spy.
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4
His sauing helth: comth prestly on,To ryd thy life: from peryls all,
To make thee scape: confusion,
He geueth good eare: whan thou doost call,
With mercy kinde: euen he alone,
With round defence: he crowneth thy mone,
No tyme to fall.
5
With all goov thinges: in plesantnes,He feedeth thy mouth: he filleth thy will,
As Egle vseth: her new to dresse,
In age for strength: to cast her bill,
So he thy yeares: reuiueth afreshe:
Such youth in age: can God expresse.
O prayse hym still.
6
The Lord can trye: all wicked wayes,All wrong to right: whan he seeth best
And though he sendth: some bitter dayes,
He can them sweete: with ioyfull rest,
True iudge he is: the iust to rayse,
Whan force he beares: his truth to prayse,
Than stay thy brest.
7
To Moses once: God did declare,His wayes his will: and all his trade,
His prouidence: and daily care,
To kepe his flocke: with gentle ayde,
To Israell: what will he bare,
Theyr practise shewth: how they dyd fare,
So safe to wade.
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8
They proued the Lord: most pitifull,Whole bent to grace: in tyme of neede,
They felt hys helpe: most mercifull,
To anger slow: but prest to meede,
He pardon shewd: most plentifull,
To hartes contrite: and sorrowfuil.
For they must speede.
9
As do sterne Lordes: in cruelnes,Alway he is: not chidyng sore:
He keepth not ire: the poore to presse
He mercy hath: in louyng store,
And when he fumeth: for giltines,
Yet mercy staith: hys gentlenes,
Prayse hym the more.
10
A proofe hereof: in vs all spy,He serueth not vs: as we deserue
As our foule sinnes: for vengeance cry,
But feedth our want: our neede to serue,
Though hym we greue: as wretches thrall,
He guideth our life: and stayth our fall.
Not far to swerue.
11
How hye the heauens: this earth surmountSo far doth grace: our gylt excell,
Hys mercies great: most hily mount,
Upon those men: in feare who dwel,
Which low in hartes: theyr fautes recount,
To worship hym: as feare is wont.
O loue hym well.
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12
How far the East: is wyde from Weast,Whose coastes and termes: shal neuer meete,
So farre our sinnes: be set at rest,
By hys good gift: and pardon sweete
Though vs he beateth: as he knowth best
No wrath it is: but loue of breast.
No irefull heat.
13
For lyke hys chylde: the father vseth,To nurture hym: by chastisement,
Hym farre to draw: from vayne abuse,
And yet but loue: and pity ment,
So God to man: doth mercy vse,
Who hym to feare: doth not refuse.
And will repent.
14
For he doth know: our nature frayle,Wherof and whence: we all be made,
But dust and clay: who soone may fayle,
Wyth weyght of earth: all heauy lade
Hys grace seeth this: to our aduayle,
Els should we all: both wepe and wayle.
Full euill apayde.
15
Who markth of man: hys yeres in tradeShall spy hys lyfe: but misery,
Euen like to herbe: though grene in blade,
That witherth soone: to hay so dry,
For lyke as flowers: in field do fade,
So wafteth man: anone decayd.
In vanitie.
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16
This freshly flower: if wyndes so sterneDo hym once shake: he falth away,
That where he grew: no man can learne
For brittle flesh: hath brittle stay,
Hys terme but short: to tyme eterne,
By death once past: none hym discernth
From dust and clay.
17
Though nought made here: can euer last,Gods mercy yet: holdth stable hand
On hym that feare: to hym hath cast,
From age to age: in euery land,
Hys righteousnes: is set full fast,
To man bestowd: it will not wast
But aye shall stand.
18
These men I meane: of louely feare,Be such as kepe: hys godly wyll
Which fast in mynd: hys worde do beare
In hart and tong: to kepe it still,
And alway geueth: full ready eare
To God theyr Lord: to them so deare
To learne hys skill.
19
Thys Lord in heauen: hath set hys placeFrom whence he seeth: all mortall wayes
Who rightly goth: who halth in pace:
As lyfe he ruleth: so death he stayes,
All rule doth stand: in hys good grace,
The good to kepe: the bad to chace.
To short hys dayes.
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20
O prayse thys Lord: ye sprites of hys,Ye angels pure: of strength so great,
Ye worke hys wyll: ye neuer misse,
Hys power ye know: hys royall seat,
Ye know what Lord: what God he is,
Ye heare hys voyce: ye see hys blisse.
Hys laudes intreat.
21
O prayse the Lord: all ye hys hostes,Ye armies cleare: of heauenly starres,
Ye sprites so swift: ye firy ghostes,
In peace ye serue: ye rule hys warres
To do hys wyll: ye renne as postes,
In heauen and earth: in all theyr coastes.
As ministers.
22
O all ye workes: what names ye haue,In all the world: recount his grace:
To make you all: he dyd withsaue,
Aduaunce thys Lord: in tyme and place,
O thou my soule: of thee I craue,
Extoll this Lord: he wyll thee saue.
From wofull case.
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Psalme. CIIII.
The Argument.
This Psalme setth out: for prouidence,Almighty Gods: magnificence:
His wisdome, power: his goodnes eke,
Of night, of day: of yere, of weeke,
His excellence: all thyng doth kepe.
1
O prayse my soule: the Lord of name,O Lord my God: of worthy fame:
Thou doost excell in dignitie,
Wyth honour clothd and maiestie.
O hym proclame,
Prayse his degree,
2
For he is clad: most cleare wyth light,As he were deckt: wyth vesture bryght:
He spreadth the heauens: as vayle most fyne,
Where lyeth hys grace: and power deuyne.
O seeke hys sight,
To hym incline.
3
The vpper heauens: be so arayde,Wyth waters lyke: as beames be layde:
The cloudes he makth: hys charet swift,
On wynde the wynges: hys walke he listh,
O hym esteeme,
Expend hys gyft.
5
And he doth make: hys aungels spritesIn wyndes and blastes: to worke theyr mightes:
The flamyng fier: is minister,
Whose worde to do: they waite full nere.
O loue his lightes
Trust hym intiere.
6
He setteth the earth: on bases soundThe seas they be: O wondrous ground:
The world to ende: it shall not reale,
It can no change: ne ruine feele.
O hym rebound
Hys myght reueale.
7
Wyth waters depe: this earth was shet,As it wyth coate: all darke beset
For once the seas: as mountaynes stoode,
Most hye aboue: as raging floud.
O prayse hym yet:
Repute hym good.
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7
Though thus theyr waues: the waters spredAt thy rebuke: they swiftly fled:
At thy rough voyce: in thunder hard,
They fast gaue vp: their hold and warde.
O hym a drede:
His strength regard.
8
The hils then hye: in sight dyd mountThe fieldes fell low: as now they wont:
As them thou stowdst: in most due place,
They stand euen so: they moue no space.
O hym recount:
Extoll hys grace.
9
To all thynges made: thou gauest hys roumeTheyr proper place: not out to come:
Thou doost the seas: in boundes repose,
Not backe to turne: the earth to close.
O hym renome:
His hand disclose.
10
He springes sendth out: to floudes to growAnd they in sea: discharge we know:
Betwene the hyls: they kepe their flote,
To fresh the earth: with new greene coate.
O hym betrow
Hys larges note.
11
All beastes of field: there drynke theyr fill:They seeke their needes: though fed on hill:
The asses wilde: they slake their thirst
Most dry which be: so made at first.
O marke hys wyll:
His care betrist.
12
Theare fetherd foules: seeke harborowAs nye their drinke: they sit on bough:
Where byrdes do chirme: the trees among,
To God theyr Lord: in cherefull song.
O hym auow:
And praise hym long.
13
He wetith the hyls: and makth them soft,From heauenly cels: by dewes aloft:
By frutefull cloudes: which wrought his hand
The showers fall down: to moyst the land.
O laud him oft:
Him vnderstand.
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14
He makth for beast: the grasse to spring,And herbage els: for man to bryng:
To serue hys neede: his bread to get,
In earth such vse: in beast he set.
O serue this king:
His actes intreat.
15
Whence wyne is geuen: mans hart to cheare,And oyle his face: so bryght to cleare:
And bread fro thence: he doth addres,
Mans hart to strength: in stablenes.
O count him deare:
Hys laudes expresse.
16
The Lordes own trees: by man vntyld,Wyth Sap by showers: be fully fild:
As Ceders hye: of Libanus,
Which he hath plant: right plentuous.
O praise him milde:
His care discusse.
17
In these hye trees: the birdes do nest,God geueth them wit: to seeke theyr rest:
The Storkes there build: and houses haue,
In trees of fyrre: themselfe to saue.
O loue him best:
His loue ingraue.
18
The mountayns hye: a refuge bee,For buckes and beastes: of Uenerie:
And so the rockes: all inaccesse,
To Conies bee: theyr sikernesse.
O praisd be hee:
Hys workes confesse.
19
The moone he made: for ceasons due,The nyght to cleare: wyth chaunges new:
The sunne so hye: a creature,
Hys down fall knowth: and keepth it sure.
O good ensue:
Hym worship pure
10
And after day: thou bringst in darke,So nyght comth on: and blyndnes starke:
The Sauage beasts: yet gayne therby,
So creepe they forth: to feede full slye.
O note hys warke:
Hys reed espy.
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21
The Lyons whelpes: most fierce they rore,In rangyng long: of pray the store:
They seeke by darke: their sustenance,
Prepard by Gods: good ordinance.
O hym adore:
Hys worke enhance.
22
When sunne returnth: and shewth hys rise,Expellyng darke: hys light surpristh:
These beastes by heapes: then soone remoue
They kepe theyr dens: for lyght aboue.
O thys aduise:
Hys prudence loue.
23
Thus man goth forth: hys worke to do,More bold that they: be thus ago:
To tillage true: he maketh hys gate,
And spendth hys day: till it be late.
O stand hym to:
Recount thy state.
24
O mighty Lord: my fort and holde,How be thy workes: tride manifold:
Thou madest them all: in wisdome hye,
Of thy great goods: full therth do lygh.
O hym behold:
Hym magnify.
25
The sea so houge: the Ocean,So large in armes: and space for man:
Theare liuing things: saunce number creepe
Great beasts and small: therin do keepe.
O search it than:
This meruel seke
26
Theare ships by sayles: the bilowes passeWhere men transport: theyr wardly trasse:
There playth his vages: Leuiathan,
Whom thou dydst forme: to sport theran.
O marke this case:
Reuolue it man.
27
All creatures: of thee expect,Their foode most apt: for euery sect:
That thou shouldst geue: theyr nourishment,
In tyme of neede: most competent.
O hym respect:
To hym assent.
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When deale thou doost: they gather strayt,In hungers stresse: themselues to bayt:
If thou splayst hand: wyth blessyng meete,
With good, full good: they be replete.
O hym awayte:
Esteme hym sweete.
29
When face thou hidest: and nought doost send,O then they wayle: to death they bend:
If breath thou stopst: decay they must,
They must returne: into theyr dust.
O then amend:
Regard hym iust.
30
When thou returnst: thy sprite agayne,New thynges by thee: new breath optayne:
Then yerely thus: thou deckst a fresh,
The face of earth: wyth new increase.
O holde him fayne:
Hys loue possesse.
31
Gods maiestie: be it for aye,In glory blest: in all hys way:
The Lord shall hye: reioyce in thought,
In all hys workes: so godly wrought.
O soule thus pray:
As thou art taught.
32
This God when he: mans sinnes to fynde,But lookth on earth: it quakth and twynd:
When he the hyls: wyth hand but touch,
They smoke for feare: and low they couche.
O soule hym mynde:
Thy Lord auouch.
33
For I will sing: to thys my Lord,Whyle I am here: and hym record:
In Psaltries sweete: I wyll my song,
To my Lord God: in lyfe prolong.
O soule accord:
Performe it strong.
34
My talke of hym: most pleasant is,No day I will: be found remisse,
To ioy in God: I will not cease,
He is my health, my rest, myne ease.
O soule him blisse:
Hym seeke to please
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Where sinfull men: from earth shall fayle,All wycked freakes: God let them quayle:
But thou my soule: thy Lord aduaunce,
Prayse all the Lord: hys heritaunce.
For thyne aduayle:
Syng still all hayle.
Psalme. CV.
The Argument.
Gods actes here lauded be: by stories order tolde:His pact alledge: no thanke to man: but God most due extolde.
O prayse in voyce the Lord,
Syng out wyth iust accord:
Exalt hys name: search out hys fame,
Hys worthy dedes record.
Syng out wyth iust accord:
Exalt hys name: search out hys fame,
Hys worthy dedes record.
1
O prayse in voyce the Lord: vpon hys name to callDenounce and tell the people cleare: his doynges liberall.
2
Syng out, wyth iust accorde: and play in instrumentes:Tell all hys factes most meruelous: sprede out hys ornamentes.
3
Exalt hys name wyth ioy: most hye, and most deuyne:And let theyr hart that seke the Lord: to mirth all glad inclyne.
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4
Search out hys fame and power: the Lordes right famous arke:Seeke here hys face still euermore: draw nye to note hys warke.
5
Hys worthy deedes recorde: which he hath wrought as God,His strange foreshewes: hys godly domes: so past his mouth abrode
O prayse in voyce the Lord,
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: search out hys fame,
Hys worthy dedes recorde.
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: search out hys fame,
Hys worthy dedes recorde.
6
Ye seede of Abraham: hys seruaunt thys respect:I you appeale, praise ye the Lord: ye Iacobs stocke elect.
7
He is the Lord our God: yea none I say but hee:His iudgementes be in all the world: but most wyth vs to see.
8
For he hys couenant myndth: for euer it to do:In thousand worldes, still fast to stand, hys word commaunded so.
9
Hys pact to Abraham: fast made, with fayth endude:Hys othe also to Isaac: agayne the same renude.
10
And he this league as law: to Iacob sure decreed:To Israell as testament: for euer well to speede.
11
Thus saying, geue I will: to the land Canaan:For plot of your inheritaunce: as met with lyne by man.
12
But thus when few they were: to them in lyke respect:And there in land as straungers set: as Pilgrimes whole reiect.
13
And strayed from land to land: of nations wandringly:From countries wyde to other realmes: of people diuersly.
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14
He suffred yet no man: to do them any wrong:For all theyr sake: yea kinges be chect: and plaged them among.
15
He sayd, touch not my Christes: that sacred flocke to mee:My Prophetes true: afflict not ye: which preach my maiestie.
O prayse in voyce the Lord,
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: search out hys fame,
Hys worthy dedes recorde.
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: search out hys fame,
Hys worthy dedes recorde.
16
When he sent dearth on earth: to stop theyr foodes reliefe:And stroyed of bread: the sustenance: which stayd their strength most chiefe
17
A man before he sent: to them as herbeger,Lo Ioseph sold to seruitude: to serue in Egipt theare.
18
Whose feete they wrung in stockes: by Putiphars complaynt:In iron cast wyth chaynes I bound: hys lyfe felt hard constraynt.
19
Untill the tyme was come: that iust hys cause was seene:Whom God approued: and throughly tryed: by Oracle deuine.
20
The kyng then sent and hym: dyd lose by men of hys:The Prince that there: the people ruld: did him frō bondes dismisse.
21
He made hym Lord in chiefe: of all hys court about:And ruler sole: of all hys goods: in hys Empyre full out.
22
That he might bynde and lose: his Dukes and lordes at wyll:And wit to teache: hys sages all: by hys approued skill.
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O prayse in voyce the Lord,
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: searche out hys fame,
Hys worthy dedes recorde.
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: searche out hys fame,
Hys worthy dedes recorde.
23
So Israell in went: to Egypt glad and sad:This Iacob olde: a straunger liued: in land of Cham the bad.
24
And there God multiplied: hys people notably,And made hym far: more strong and big: then were hys foes at eye.
25
The Moores then changd theyr hartes: as God dyd them detect:That they dyd hate: his people sore: wt guiles hys seruantes checkt.
26
Then God sent Moses out: hys seruant good and true:Yea Aaron eke: whom he dyd chose: his hart on them dyd rue.
27
Which there to them dyd splay: his workes and wordes by signesHys meruels rare: in land of Cham: such power thē God resignes.
28
And he depe darkenes sent: all thinges then darke was so:The signes themselfe: ne Moses yet: rebeld Gods wyll to do.
29
He turnd theyr waters all: to bloud, not them they dranke:He slue theyr fish: theyr nourishment: for all theyr waters stanke.
30
The Lord euen so brought frogs: in numbers wonderfull:Which crept vpon: the beds of kynges: theyr priuy chambers full.
31
He spake the worde then came: on heapes all kynde of flies:So lyse of dust: as myngyns small: in all theyr costes dyd ryse.
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32
For all theyr raynes and dewes: he gaue them hayle to change,And flames of fyer: so mixt wyth thē: in all their landes most strange.
33
Wherwyth he smote their vines: their fig trees flat to ground:He brake euen down: their fruitful trees: in all their quarters round
34
And when hys worde came forth: of grashoppers on heape:In numbers theare: nigh infinite: dyd Caterpillers leape.
35
Which dyd all whole deuoure: theyr grasse about the land:Yea frute and all: that grew in soyle: thus heauy lay hys hand.
36
Theyr fruites first borne he slue: in all theyr realme in length:Their pryme ofspring: most principal: of all their natures strength.
O prayse in voyce the Lord,
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: searche out hys fame,
Hys worthy deedes recorde,
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: searche out hys fame,
Hys worthy deedes recorde,
37
He then dyd lead them out: wyth gold and siluer stuft:And none there was: in all theyr tribes: that fell or febly puft.
38
So Egypt ioyd full glad: when they went out of realme:For they the Iewes: drad fearefully: theyr feare so fell on them.
39
He spred on them a cloud: to couer them by day:Wyth piller bryght: to cleare the nyght: he dyd dyrect their way.
40
At theyr request and sute: he brought them quayles for meate:He filled them: with bread of heauen: sweete aungels foode to eate.
41
He claue and opte the rock: whence water flowed full prest:They ran lyke streames: in wildernes: to comfort man and beast.
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For why he bare in mynde: hys holy promise thus:Hys loue also: to Abraham: hys seruaunt vertuous.
43
And full wyth ioy and myrth: he led hys people forth:Hys deare electes: wyth iubilies: so taken well in worth.
O prayse in voyce the Lorde,
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: searche out hys fame,
Hys worthy deedes recorde.
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: searche out hys fame,
Hys worthy deedes recorde.
44
And last he gaue them whole: the gentils landes by met:They all possest: for heritage: for which the people swet.
45
To thend that they should kepe: hys statutes true and ryght:That they should aye: obserue his lawes: prayse ye this lord of might
O prayse in voyce the Lorde,
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: searche out hys fame,
Hys worthy deedes recorde.
Syng out wyth iust accorde:
Exalt hys name: searche out hys fame,
Hys worthy deedes recorde.
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Psalme. CVI.
The Argument.
The Iewes (which dwelt) in Babilon: thus sang their thankes in harte:They do confesse: gods onely grace: they blame their owne desarte.
The Lorde (so good) with thankes confesse:
Who can hys power expresse:
Well true men bee: then Lord teache mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
Who can hys power expresse:
Well true men bee: then Lord teache mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
1
The Lord (so good) with thanks confesse: sing prayse & laud him hieAll good he is: for why hys grace: for euer standth full nie.
2
Who (fully) can his power expresse: wyth tong he Lord so great:Or cause be harde: hys prayses all: who can hys grace extreat.
3
Wel true men be (in hart) most blest: who iudgemēt true performe,Which worke alway: that righteous is: in iust and lawfull forme.
4
Thē lord (I craue) teach me ful kind: haue mind to work my welthAs friendly thou thy people mindst: to me resort wyth helth.
5
Thy seruauntes state (O Lord) to see: shew me their blisse at eye,That I reioyce wyth thy good folke: and thanke thee ioyfully.
The Lord (so good) wyth thankes confesse,
Who can hys power expresse:
Well, true men be: then Lorde teach mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
Who can hys power expresse:
Well, true men be: then Lorde teach mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
6
We all (to thee) haue sinned sore: as oft our fathers dyd:We haue gone wrong: and done amisse: most wickedly in deede.
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7
Thy (noble) faytes in Egipt done: our fathers noted seald:Of thy great loues no mynd they had: at red sea they rebeld.
8
Yet he (full kynd) dyd them preserue: for loue of his great name,To make hys power: so notable: the world to feare the same.
9
The sea so red: he dyd rebuke: then soone vp dryed it was:And through great deepes he led them dry: as desert men do passe.
10
And he (by strength) defended them: from aduersaries power:He ryd them sure: from enemies hand: they could not them deuour
11
The waters (depe so) whelmed such: as them dyd vexe and greue:That none remaynd: not one of them: he them dyd quite remeue.
12
Hys (stable) word: they then beleued: to spy theyr foes distresse:And then they sung: an hymne of thankes: to prayse hys worthines
The Lord (so good) with thankes confesse,
Who can hys power expresse?
Well, true men be: then Lorde teach mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
Who can hys power expresse?
Well, true men be: then Lorde teach mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
13
In (their great) heat though hast they made: his works they soone forgot:No tyme they would: his counsailes byde: no, tary would they not.
14
They (fondly) longd in wycked lust: for meat in wyldernes.They tempted God: in desert hye: wyth shamefull sturdines.
15
And there (euen there) he gaue them full: their asking redily:But yet theyr bane: they tooke therin: theyr lyues destroyd therby.
16
And Moses (guide) yet they prouokt: wt wrath in their own tentesYea Aaron eke: Gods holy priest: wyth foolish brablementes.
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17
Wherfore (in hast) the earth dyd ryue: & swalowd Dathon quyte:It couerd whole: the route and band: of Abyram in sight.
18
The fyre (frō heauen:) fell whote and fierce: amids their companyThe flame dyd burne: those wycked men: wyth all theyr familie.
19
Eftsoones (as God) a calfe they made: at Horeb mount most fond:They worshipped: this moltē worke: which made theyr proper hand
20
And thus they turnd Gods (onely) glore: who was their worship wholeTo shap of calfe: but eatyng hay: which they did hye extoll.
21
They God forgot (and left) full soone: who them to grace dyd take:Who wrought as god: in Egipt land: strange dedes for al their sake
22
Great thyngs (to see) O wonderfull: in land of Cham I say:And thynges of power: most terrible: at red sea there in way.
23
To stroy them he (then full) decreed: if Moses his elect,Had not in sight: vp start to treate: his wrath to stay vnwreckt.
24
And they despisde: and (lightly) scornd: that land delicious:No fayth they gaue: vnto hys word: but went contrarious.
25
They did (in hart) eke grutch and moyne: in all theyr tents vnkyndThey heard no tyme: gods holy word: it was to them but wynd.
26
By liftyng vp: his (irefull) hand: God sware vnto them all:That he would them: in wildernes: destroy wyth shamefull fall.
27
And that he would: cast (shortly) out: their seede where gentils hydeAnd sparple them: as runnegates: in countries farly wyde.
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28
Yea yokt they were: and knit (in hart) to Baal Peor fast:They glad dyd eat: the sacrifice: to dead men which was cast.
29
Thus they (all out) dyd him prouoke: to wrath by filthy vyce:So hie, that needes: Gods heauy plage: on them did sharply ryse.
30
Then Phinees: stoode vp (in zeale) as iudge he vengeaunce tooke:And strait the plage: did stay & cease: gods wrath so them forsooke.
31
Which (godly) zeale: reputed was: to hym for righteousnes:From age to age: Gods prest to be: wyth all hys seede no lesse.
32
They also (greued and) angred God: at waters namde of stryfe:That Moses meke: gate harme for them: for God abridgd hys lyfe.
33
For they prouokt: hys gentle sprite: wordes doubtfull out to lashe:Wherby he spake: without aduise: with lips to swift and rashe.
The Lorde (so good) wyth thankes confesse,
Who can hys power expresse?
Well, true men be: then Lorde teach mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
Who can hys power expresse?
Well, true men be: then Lorde teach mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
34
They did not eke (in warre) destroy: the Heathen peoples sect:As God them bad: most earnestly: that they should them reiect.
35
But myxt (and ioynd) they were full nye: among the gentils sort:And learnd their workes: outragious: wherof they made but sport.
36
Wherby (full soone) they honoured: and serued theyr idols gay:Which were a snare: so sought by them: so brede their own decay.
37
So far (as blynd) they doted than: vnnaturall, and mad:That they to diuels: did sacrifice: their sonnes & daughters glad.
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38
Much giltles bloud: they (spild &) shed of their own childers broodTo Idols slayne: of Canaan: the land foule staynd wyth bloud.
39
Thus foule (to foule) wt their self workes: they were defild & staindA whoryng far: their fancies straid: no fayth to God remaind.
40
Thē (iustly) gods: most dreadful wrath: his own good people brentThat he abhord: his heritage: where stoode hys regiment.
41
So that he gaue: them (wholy) vp: to Gentils cruell handes:That they them ruld: which hated them: before in other landes.
42
And then (full soone) theyr enemies: full sore dyd them oppresse:As subiectes vyle: subdude they were: to all their cruelnes.
43
He oft (in loue) deliuerd them: but they more oft rebeld:With theyr inuentes: and so for sinne: they were but iustly feld.
44
He yet (at length) hys eyes dyd cast: when they in trouble grond:And when he heard: how painfully: in wo they daily mond.
45
He them agayne: to mind did call: his pact to them betrought:He dyd repent: and pitied them: hys heaped grace so wrought.
46
Yea more (then this) he made euen such: to shew them pitie all:Which earst full hard: thē captiue held: as slaues most bond & thrall
The Lord (so good) wyth thankes confesse,
Who can hys power expresse?
Well, true men bee: then Lord teache mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
Who can hys power expresse?
Well, true men bee: then Lord teache mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
47
O saue vs Lord: our (louyng) God: from Gentils vs collect:Thy holy name: that we may sound: thy laudes wyth ioy erect.
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48
The (gentle) Lord of Israel: and God wyth prayse be raysde:From world to world: let all men say: Amen the Lord be praysde.
The Lord (so good) wyth thankes confesse,
Who can hys power expresse?
Well, true men be: then Lorde teache mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
Who can hys power expresse?
Well, true men be: then Lorde teache mee,
Thy seruauntes state to see.
The ende of the fourth booke.
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