Psalme. CXVII.
The Argument.
This Hymne doth endight,
Gods glorious might,—
His truth and grace most free,
That Gentils a farre,
Were made to be narre,
With Iewes one flocke to bee.
1
Prayse
duly ye lord: in myndful accord: ye hethen ones all vayne,
Ye Gentils I bid: recount how ye slid: & prayse this Lord agayne.
And honour ye right: this Lord in his light: ye nations all in town
All people I say: where euer ye lay: extoll this Lordes renowne
2
For meerly hys grace: and mercifull face: confirmd lyeth on vs all:
Hys loue doth excell: all sinne to debell: his grace is generall.
This lord in his truth: most stable ensuth: his word & promise iust
The faith of his way: will neuer decay: O praise this lord of trust
