XXX.
Thus prayse did Dauid celebrate,
His House when he did dedicate.
1
I will extoll thee, for thow hast
Me lifted vp, O Lord,
And over me not ground of joy,
Didst to my foes afford.
2
To thee I cry'd, O Lord my God,
And health of thee I haue.
3
Thow, Lord, my soule rescued, and back
Hast brought me from the grave.
From goeing doun into the pitt,
Me hast thow kept aliue.
4
With songs of joy, vnto the Lord,
Due praise doe yee ascriue,
His holines rememb'ring, giue
Him thanks, yee Saincts of his.
5
For, but a moment lasts his wrath,
Life in his favor is;
At night continow mourning may,
But mirth the morning brings.
6
I never shall be mov'd I sayd,
Pufft vp with outward things.
7
But, Lord, thy love and favor free
Thow hast me taught at length;
My mountaine onlie mak to stand,
Establisht by thy strength.
Thow hiddst thy face, my troubles grew:
8
My cryes then I renew'd;
To thee, O Lord, evin my request
Wnto the Lord persued.
9
Wnto the pitt gone doun, my blood
When taken what avail'd?
Shall ashes prayse thee? or declair
Thy truth which never faild?
10
To me, O Lord, a hearing grant,
Me in thy mercy take;
That me thow mayst with ayde supply,
Lord, my addresse I make.
11
My mourning into dauncing turn'd;
The livery of annoy,
My sack cloath, Lord, thow hast putt off,
And girded me with joy.
12
This didst thow that my glorie may
Sing praise, not silent be.
O Lord my God, to thee giue thanks
Will I vncessantlie.
