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Domine exaudi.
Psalme. Cxliii.
N.
An earnest prayer for remission of synnes, acknowledging that the enemies did cruelly persecute hym by Gods iust iudgment. He desireth to be restored to grace to be gouerned by his holy spirite, that he may spende the rest of hys lyfe in the true fere and seruice of God.
Lorde
heare my prayer, harke the playnte,
That I doo make to thee:
Lorde in thy natiue truthe and in,
thy iustice aunswer me.
In iugement with thy seruant, lorde,
oh enter not at all:
For iustyfyed be in thy syght,
no one that lyueth shall.
That I doo make to thee:
Lorde in thy natiue truthe and in,
thy iustice aunswer me.
In iugement with thy seruant, lorde,
oh enter not at all:
For iustyfyed be in thy syght,
no one that lyueth shall.
The enmie hath pursued my soule,
my lyfe to ground hath throwne:
And layde me in the darke like them,
that dead are longe agone,
Within me in perplexitie:
was my accombred spryte,
And in me was my troubled hart,
amased and afflight.
my lyfe to ground hath throwne:
And layde me in the darke like them,
that dead are longe agone,
Within me in perplexitie:
was my accombred spryte,
And in me was my troubled hart,
amased and afflight.
Yet I recorde time past, in all,
thy workes I meditate:
Yea in the workes I meditate,
that thy handes haue create.
To thee O lorde my God, loe I
doo stretch my crauing hands:
My soule desyreth after thee,
as doo the thirstye landes.
thy workes I meditate:
Yea in the workes I meditate,
that thy handes haue create.
To thee O lorde my God, loe I
doo stretch my crauing hands:
My soule desyreth after thee,
as doo the thirstye landes.
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Heare me with spede, my sprite doth faile
hide not thy face me froe:
els shall I be like them that downe
into the pit doo goe.
Let me thy louing kindnes in,
the morning heare and know,
For in thee is my trust, shew me
the way that I shall goe.
hide not thy face me froe:
els shall I be like them that downe
into the pit doo goe.
Let me thy louing kindnes in,
the morning heare and know,
For in thee is my trust, shew me
the way that I shall goe.
For I lift vp my soule to thee,
O Lorde deliuer me:
From all mine enemies, for I
haue hidden me with thee.
Teache me to doo thy will, for thou
thou art my God I say:
Let thy good sprite vnto the land,
of misery me conuey.
O Lorde deliuer me:
From all mine enemies, for I
haue hidden me with thee.
Teache me to doo thy will, for thou
thou art my God I say:
Let thy good sprite vnto the land,
of misery me conuey.
with thy names sake with quickning grace
a lyue doo thou me make:
And out of trouble bring my soule,
euen for thy iustice sake.
And for thy mercy slay my foes,
O lorde destroy them all:
That doo oppres my soule for I
thy seruaunt am and shall.
a lyue doo thou me make:
And out of trouble bring my soule,
euen for thy iustice sake.
And for thy mercy slay my foes,
O lorde destroy them all:
That doo oppres my soule for I
thy seruaunt am and shall.
| The Whole Booke of Psalmes, collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold I. Hopkins & others: conferred with the Ebrue, with apt Notes to synge the[m] withal | |