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PSALME VIII.
Iehova, Lord,
Who can record,
In writ or word,
Thy name so great on earth and euerie where?
Which thou hast plaist,
As pleasde thee best,
And worthiest,
Aboue the heauens and christall cleared aire.
Thou makes thy laude and praise,
Thy strength and might,
From breath of babes to rise,
Both day and night.
In suckling anes
Thy grace remaines
For to be seene, and beautie excellent;
The mouth to close
Of godlesse foes,
That readie are to slay the innocent.
Who can record,
In writ or word,
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Which thou hast plaist,
As pleasde thee best,
And worthiest,
Aboue the heauens and christall cleared aire.
Thou makes thy laude and praise,
Thy strength and might,
From breath of babes to rise,
Both day and night.
In suckling anes
Thy grace remaines
For to be seene, and beautie excellent;
The mouth to close
Of godlesse foes,
That readie are to slay the innocent.
When I behold
The high heauens mould,
That doth vnfold
Thy wondrous works by thy owne fingers wrought;
The moone so bright,
And starrie light,
That shines by night,
With gleaming fires, all formed out of noght;
What thing is mortal wight,
Then do I say,
Of whome thou, Lord of might,
Are myndfull ay?
The sonne of man,
What is he than,
Whom thou by grace doest choose and beautifie?
Ȝet little lesse,
I must confesse,
Thou hast him made, than angels, in degree;
The high heauens mould,
That doth vnfold
Thy wondrous works by thy owne fingers wrought;
The moone so bright,
And starrie light,
That shines by night,
With gleaming fires, all formed out of noght;
What thing is mortal wight,
Then do I say,
Of whome thou, Lord of might,
Are myndfull ay?
The sonne of man,
What is he than,
Whom thou by grace doest choose and beautifie?
Ȝet little lesse,
I must confesse,
Thou hast him made, than angels, in degree;
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And thou his name
And glorious frame
Exalts with fame,
And crownes his head with royall Majestie;
And, as a King,
Him sets, to raigne
Ouer euerie thing,
That life, breath, forme, and shape, hath taine of thee;
As sheepe, oxe, horse, and beast
That feeds on land;
Ȝea, all such things are preast
At his command;
The fishe that swym
With out-spred fin,
And fowls, each one, that haunt into the aire:
Iehova, Lord,
Who can record
Thy name, so great on earth and euery wher?
And glorious frame
Exalts with fame,
And crownes his head with royall Majestie;
And, as a King,
Him sets, to raigne
Ouer euerie thing,
That life, breath, forme, and shape, hath taine of thee;
As sheepe, oxe, horse, and beast
That feeds on land;
Ȝea, all such things are preast
At his command;
The fishe that swym
With out-spred fin,
And fowls, each one, that haunt into the aire:
Iehova, Lord,
Who can record
Thy name, so great on earth and euery wher?
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