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This Psalme in sence

Beatus vir.

Shewth difference
of men both good and bad:
It shewth their fruites

Triades.

Their hartes pursuites
their endes both glad & sad

Ambulare. Stare. Sedere. Impij. Peccatores. Derisores. Consilia. Viæ. Cathedræ.

1

Man blest no doubt: who walkth not out,
in wicked mens affayres:
And stondth no daie: in sinners waie,
nor sitth in scorners chayres.

2

But holdth euen still: Gods lawe in will,
with all his hartes delight:
And will him vse: on it to muse,
to keepe it day and night.

3

He like shall bee: the planted tree,
nie set the riuers course:
Which fruth in tyde: whose leaues abide,
all prosperth what he doese.

4

Not so, not so: the wicked do,
lyke dust or chaffe they bee:
Uphoyst by winde: as light by kynde,
from face of earth to see.

5

Therfore these men: so wicked then,
in iudgement shall not stand:
Nor sinners bee: in companie,
of righteous men of hand.

6

The Lord doth know: and will auow,
mens wayes that are of God:
Where shall decaie: the beaten waie,
of wicked men so brode.

Psalme. II.

The Argument.

Of Christ ye see
A Prophecie
Thus Dauid spake with vs:
As merueiling
That earthly king
Should rage against him thus

Quare fremuerunt.

1

Why fumeth in sight: the Gentils spite,
In fury raging stout?
Why taketh in hond: the people fond,
Uayne thinges to bring about?

2

The kinges arise: the lordes deuise,
in counsayles mett therto:
Agaynst the Lord: with false accord,
against his Christ they go.

3

Let vs they say: breake downe their ray,
of all their bondes and cordes:
We will renounce: that they pronounce,
their loores as stately lordes.

4

But God of might: in heauen so bright,
Shall laugh them all to scorne:
The Lord on hie: shall them defie,
they shall be once forlorne.

5

Then shall his ire: speake all in fire,
to them agayne therfore:
He shall with threate: their malice beate,
in his displeasure sore.

6

Yet am I set: a king so great,
on Sion hill full fast:
Though me they kill: yet will that hill,
my lawe and worde outcast.

7

Gods wordes decreed: I (Christ) wil sprede
for God thus sayd to mee:
My sonne I say: thou art, this day,
I haue begotten thee.

8

Aske thou of mee: I will geue thee,
to rule all Gentils londes:
Thou shalt possesse: in suernesse,
the world how wide it stondes.

9

With iron rod: as mighty God,
all rebels shalt thou bruse:
And breake them all: in pieces small,
as sherdes the potters vse.

10

Be wise therfore: ye kinges the more,
Receyue ye wisdomes lore:
Ye iudges strong: of right and wrong,
aduise you now before.

11

The Lorde in feare: your seruice beare,
with dread to him reioyce:
Let rages be: resist not ye,
him serue with ioyfull voyce.

12

The sonne kisse ye: lest wroth he be,
lose not the way of rest:
For when his ire: is set on fire,
who trust in hym be blest.

Psalme. III.

The Argument.

This Psalme endight
How troubled sprite
may comfort haue of God.
As woe be gone
From Absalon
meke Dauid fled so brode.

Domine quid.

1

O Lord how ill: encrease they still,
that trouble me so sore?
Full many rise: in spitefull wise,
agaynst me more and more.

2

Right many one: whan I do mone,
alasse my soule they fret:
They say I haue: no God to saue,

Sela

oh this temptation great.

3

But yet O Lord: thou wilt accord,
as shielde to fence my soule:
My worship cleare: thou art full deare,
my hed thou wilt extoll.

4

I did but mone: with voyce alone,
to God my Lorde in will:
He heard me iust: as I dyd trust,
from his so holy hill.

Sela

5

I layde me downe: I slept full sound,
and vp I rose agayne:
For God me kept: where safe I slept,
his grace dyd me sustayne.

6

To be afrayde: or yet dismayde,
for thousandes ten, what neede?
They go about: to driue me out,
but God will dull theyr speede.

7

Up Lord saue mee: my God most free,
on cheeke thou smitest my foes:
Well hast thou chrust: theyr teeth to dust,
of such as wicked goes.

8

Unto the Lord: by truthes recorde,
belongth all sauing helth:
Thy blessing hand: so nie doth stand,
to worke thy peoples welth.

Psalme. IIII.

The Argument.

The church in stress
For heauinesse
complaynth to God full sore.
The good haue ease
Of their disease
they sacrifice therfore.

Cum inuocarem.

1

O God so hie: heare when I crie,
my right is all in thee:
Thou takest me fro: al troublous wo
haue mercy heare thou mee.

2

Ye sonnes of men: how long agayne,
will ye blaspheme my name?
Why triumphe ye: in vanitie?
why seeke ye lies to frame?

Sela

3

Know this ye foes: that God hath chose,
himselfe all godly men:
And when I call: this Lord of all,
he straight will heare me then.

4

Of wrathfull ire: refraine the fire,
sinne not but muse in hart:
Upon your beds: keepe still your heds,
deathes day recount in part.

5

Looke ye arise: in sacrifice,
of righteousnes in skill:
And put your trust: in God so iust,
but tame your fleshly will.

6

There many bee: that say, O see,
who good to vs can do?
Lift vp thy face: of cherefull grace,
on vs O Lord to go.

7

Thou chearst my hart: as God thou art,
with ioye of thy good sprite:
Since corne and wine: with oyle so fine,
of theirs increast in sight.

8

I will me lay: in peace I say,
my sleepe to take full well:
I hope for thou: O Lord as now,
makst me most safe to dwell.

Psalme. V.

The Argument.

The church in sprite,
Maketh sute aright,
for all opprest in payne
Here Christ aduanceth
His heritaunce
the Iewes he blamth agayne.

Verba mea

1

Expend O Lord: my plaint of worde,
in griefe that I do make:
My musing mind: recount most kind
geue eare for thine owne sake.

2

O harke my grone: my crying mone,
my king, my God thou art:
Let me not stray: from thee away,
to thee I pray in hart.

3

My voyce and vowe: thou wilt alowe,
betymes O Lord so free:
In spring of day: I thee will pray,
and shall looks vp to thee.

4

This I may vow: the God art thou,
which hatest all wickednes:
No malice fell, with thee can dwell,
thou louest no cruelnes.

Such foolish spite: can bide no sight,
of thy good louely face:
Thou doost defie: their vanitie,
who wickednes embrace.

Thou shalt destroy: and them annoy,
with lies who shame thy worde:
Bloudthirsty men: which crafty renne,
the Lord hath them abhorde.

5

Iust will I go: thy house into,
in trust of thy great grace:
In feare I will: do honour still,
against that holy place.

6

O Lord be guide: defend my side,
in thy great righteousnesse:
Make playne the way: lesse I do stray,
my foes shall brag the lesse.

7

Their mouthes expresse: no faithfulnesse,
theyr holow hartes be vayne:
Wide throte they haue: as open graue,
theyr tonge but lyes do fayne.

8

Destroy their thought: O God for nought,
theyr owne wayes be theyr shame:
Expell them out: in lies so stout,
who thus blaspheme thy name.

9

Let them reioyce: that trust thy voyce,
aye thankes they shall extend:
Who loue thy name: shall ioye the same,
thou doost so them defend.

10

Thou Lord wilt than: geue rightwise man,
the heauenly blisse from thence:
Thy fauour kynde: is not behynde,
as them with shield to fence.

Psalme. VI.

The Argument.

An earnest crie
To God on hie
of men all wrapt in wo
At last they winne,
Gods helpe for sinne
and glad reioyce they so

Dominene in furore.

1

O carpe not sower: thou Lord of power,
my sinne in ire to sore:
Nor chasten mee: in crueltie,
I pray to thee therfore.

2

But mercy haue: my life to saue,
O Lord for weake am I:
My bones be vext: with feare annext,
thy domes make me to crye.

3

My soule also: is full of woo,
my conscyence doth quake:
O Lord how long: thy scourge so strong,
shall me thus fearefull make.

4

O Lord returne: thou seest I mourne,
make free my soule to go:
Oh saue me now: thy grace auowe,
thy glory standth therto.

5

In death no man: remember can
thy name to celebrate:
What man thus bound: thy prayse can sound
in pit and hell to late.

6

Of groning so: I weary go,
my bed I nyghtly washe:
My couch with teares: for sinfull feare,
I water thus alas.

7

My beuty wanneth: my trouble standth,
myne eyes for thought be dymme:
My zeale for wrath: much magre hath,
amyds my foes so brymme.

8

Auaunt ye all: to you I call,
which worke all vanitie:
The Lord of hostes: hath heard your bostes,
and eke my weping crye.

9

This Lord I say: at needefull day,
hath heard my meke request:
From hence he will: with mercy still,
heare me to geue me rest.

10

Myne enemies: all hatefull spies,
shall feele both shame and payne:
Gods helping grace: them all shall chace,
to flee swift backe agayne.

Psalme. VII.

The Argument.

As Semei
Full wickedly
at Dauid shewed his spite
So who with lye
Is charged hie
may pray this Psalme aright.

Domine deus meus in te.

1

O Lord in thee: my trust I see,
for why my God thou art:
From men vntrue: which me pursue
saue me and take my part.

2

Lest he deuour: my soule so stoure,
as Lyon doth the sheepe:
Lest pieces small: he make of all,
if none be me to keepe.

3

O God my Lord: let truth record,
if this in me do stand:
Let it be sought: if guile I wrought,
if euill done hath my hand.

4

If I good will: haue taken euill,
to frende that frendly delt:
Yea quit did I: my enemy,
when causeles hate I felt.

5

Then let my foes: worke all their woes,
and take my soule in spite:
Let them confound: my life to ground,

Sela

my name in dust to wright.

6

O rise in ire: Lord I desire,
my wrathfull foes represse:
Stirre vp to me: thy set decree,
which once thou didst expresse.

7

So folke in streete: on heapes will meete,
in church to prayse thy might:
For all their sake: my partie take,
rayse vp thy selfe on hight.

8

The Lord iudgeth all: as truth befall:
O sentence geue my side:
To my desert: stand Lord in hart,
as iust my workes be tried.

9

Let euill I pray: consume alway,
of wicked men the traynes:
Oh guide the iust: true God of trust,
thou triest both hartes and raynes.

10

No helpe of man: obteyne I can,
my God is all myne ayde:
He them preserueth: that well deserueth,
whose hartes to right be layde.

11

God iudge he is: full right iwis,
both strong and patient:
Who dare prouoke: his heauy stroke,
to ire when he is bent.

12

Except ye tourne: your life in fourme,
his sword he myndth to whet:
His bowe to bend: he doth entend,
it is so ready set.

13

Deathes dartes most hard: he hath preparde,
against their pride and wrong:
His arrowes bright: be prest to smight,
these persecutors strong.

14

Behold and see: how traueleth hee,
to do all wickedly:
Conceyued hath hee: anxietie,
but beare he shall a lye.

15

To delue and digge: a pit so bigge,
his hart was wholy bent:
But he in pit: shall fall in it,
that he so crafty ment.

16

For iust in speede: his wrathfull deede,
with hym shall meete at gate:
His wickednes: in spitefulnes,
shall fall vpon hys pate.

17

In hart all whole: I will extoll,
this Lord as he deserue:
I will record: this heauenly Lord,
his name I meane to serue.

Psalme. VIII.

The Argument.

Here thankes ensue
To God most due
for his great giftes to men
How Christ deiect
Of cruell sect
and how he raignth agayne

Domine Dominus noster.

1

O Lord our guide: thy name how wide
in all the world excels?
Thy glory great: thou hie hast set,
aboue the heauenly cels.

2

Babes mouthes so yong: euen sucklings tong
thy laude thou madest them tell:
Thy foes to blanke: their threates to danke,
to still thaduenger fell.

3

Thy heauens whan I: consider hie,
thy mighty worke of hand:
The Moone by night: of Starres the light,
in order how they stand.

4

What thing is man: Lord thinke I than,
that thou so him regardst?
What is mans childe? so pore so milde?
that thou so hym rewardst?

5

Thou didst abate: his porte and state,
more lowe then aungels bee:
Thou didst him crowne: in great renowne,
aduanst in dignitie.

6

Thou madest him sitte: as Lord most fitte,
of all thy workes of hand:
And vnder cast: all thing thou hast,
as his footestoole to stand.

5

Both sheepe and cowe: the oxe to plowe,
thou madest for man his loue:
The beast in fielde: both tame and wylde,
that man might all improue.

6

All foules in skie: how hye they flie,
yet stoupe for man his neede:
All fishe in sea: how deepe they be,
they ryse mans sonne to feede.

7

O Lord of power: our gouernour,
how much excelth thy name?
This world so wide: therin what bydeth,
doth sprede thy worthy fame?

Psalme. IX.

The Argument.

Thankes here be spyed
To God applyed
for tyrauntes iust decaie:
Who persecute
In hatefull sute
good Christians all daie.

confitebor

1

Due thankes with song: I wil ful long
in hart geue Lord to thee:
I will endight: of thy great might,
thy workes so wondrous bee.

2

I will reioyce: in hart and voyce,
full glad in thee O Lorde:
Thy name so hie: to magnifie,
in song I will accorde.

3

For that in hast: my foes fled fast,
and backe fell all their might:
No better speede: shall them succeede,
but fall from thy good sight.

4

But thou in deede: hast maynteined,
my right and eke my cause:
Thy throne is true: thy sentence due,
thou iudgest with equall lawes.

5

The heathen sect: well hast thou checkt,
thou hast stroyd wicked men:
Thou hast theyr name: put out with shame,
for aye and euer agayne.

6

O thou so hye: myne enemye,
thy wastes haue now their ende:
As citie bee: destroyed by thee,
theyr fame wyth them is shend.

7

But Gods deuise: shall stand and rise,
the Lord shall still endure:
In iust regard: he hath prepard,
his seat to iudge vs sure.

8

For righteousnes: he will expresse,
when he shall iudge the land:
And iudge shall hee: in equitie,
his folke by rightfull hand.

9

The Lord I say: will be all day,
a fence for man opprest:
A refuge sweete: in season meete,
when griefe at hand is prest.

10

Who knowth thy name: will trust the same,
for they thy worde do leeke:
For their aduayle: thou wilt not fayle,
all them that thee do seeke.

11

O prayse the Lord: in psalmes accorde,
who dwelth in Zion place:
Declare his strength: with wordes at length
to folke of his good grace.

12

For whan in ire: he doth enquire,
for bloud he them recounth:
He will not yet: the poore forget,
theyr cryes to hym do mount.

13

O Lord me saue: and mercy haue,
expende my wofull state:
How suffer I: myne enemy,
ryd me from death the gate.

14

That I may tell: thy daughters well,
of Zyon all thy prayse:
To sprede in streete: thy health so sweete,
to ioye thy health alwayes.

15

The Heathen bee: sonke downe ye see,
in pit that they dyd delue:
Their owne set net: theyr foote hath get,
and trapt therwith themselue.

16

The Lord is seene: how he hath beene,
true iudge to wicked bandes:
The wycked is: well snarde iwis,
wyth workes of hys owne handes.

17

The naught shall dwell: euen thrust to hell,
if they wyll not repent:
Yea all the rout: that put God out,
of mynde shall foule be shent.

18

For God so wyse: wyll not despyse,
alway the poore that wayle:
The restfull harte: of mysers smarte,
for euer shall not quayle.

19

Up Lord to stand: lest vpper hand,
man get of thy good flocke:
The Heathens spite: iudge thou in sight,
wyth all theyr broode and stocke.

20

Put them in feare: thy dread to beare,
O Lord themselfe to see:
As wretched men: how wyde they renne,
in errour all from thee.

Sela

Psalme. X.

The Argument.

This Psalme dependth
Of thothers ende
it prayth against the proude
Who vse theyr might
To boste in spight
theyr ende not so allowed.

Vt quid Domine.

Why stondst so far: and art no nar?
O Lord why hydest thy face?
When trouble ryse: wilt thou deuise
in neede to shew no grace?

Whyles men of pryde: so wycked byde,
the poore in fire is brent:
Let them in wiles: and all theyr guiles,
be trapt wyth lyke entent.

Thungodlies actes: his bostes and crackes,
be praysed at his desire:
With prayse all rouse: the couetous,
whom God abhorrth in ire.

The wycked wyght: so vaunteth in sight,
of God to force right nought:
He taketh no care: in welthy fare,
no God in all his thought.

Hys croked wayes: all greuous layes,
thy iudgements scape his eyes:
He feareth no man: say what he can,
all foes he doth dispise.

In his proud brayde: his hart thus sayd,
tushe, who shall cast me downe?
No harme or woo: can chance me to,
my power kepeth my renowne.

His mouth euen flowes: with cursing throws
he ioynth deceyt and fraude:
Ungodlynes: in folyshnes,
his tong hath vnder yawde.

He lurkth in streete: as theefe is meete,
so close wyth all the riche:
The iust to kill: in peuishe will,
the poore he marketh mich.

In denne he dwelth: as lyon fell,
and lurketh the poore to snatche:
The poore by might: to rauishe quyte,
whom he in net doth catche.

He falth at eye: most fawningly,
yet guiles be all his fruites:
That this poore sort: myght so resort,
in handes of hys deputes.

His hart sayth tush: he thinkth euen thus,
that God forgotten hath:
His face away: he turnth (he sayth)
he seeth no poore mans scath.

Yet God and Lord: for thy true worde,
arise, lyft vp thy hande:
The poore defend: thy might extend,
forget not hym in bande.

Why thus so loude: should men so proude,
prouoke almighty God?
Tush thou (they say:) wilt search no day,
their hartes talke thus so brode.

Thou seest at eye: and markst full nye,
to quyte all wrong and stresse:
The poore doth stand: to thy good hand,
thou aydst all comfortlesse.

Breake downe the power: the malice sower,
of wycked man so blynde:
If thou in tyme: wouldst searche hys cryme,
no where thou shouldst hym fynde.

Our lyuing Lord: by truthes record,
is kyng for aye no doubt:
The heathen spyte: shall perishe quyte,
from land of hys full out.

Thou Lord hast hard: in good regard,
the sutes of all the poore:
Theyr hartes in care: thou didst prepare,
thou hardst both day and hower.

To iudge the stresse: of fatherlesse,
to helpe the poore to right:
That earthly man: agaynst them than,
no more might rise in sight.

Psalme. XI.

The Argument.

Here hast thou proofe
How it behoueth
strong fayth in stormes to stand:
Agaynst the trayne
Of errours vayne
of all the diuelishe band.

In domino confido.

1

In Lord so great: my hope is set,
why than my soule bid ye?
That she should hast: as bird agast,
to hils that desert be?

2

The wycked loe: haue bent theyr bowe,
theyr shaftes in quiuer thrust:
To shoote from hye: all priuelye,
at men of hart so iust.

3

If earth the ground: tournd vpside downe,
though heauen and earth should fall:
The iust in woe: what should he do?
but sticke to God in all.

4

The Lord is yet: in temple set,
in heauen the Lord hath place:
The poore he spyeth: as thence he trieth,
mens childerns walkes and pase.

5

The Lord alowth: and iust auowth,
the rightwise man full well:
His soule defieth: whose hart applieth,
in wickednes to dwell.

6

Downe he shall rayne: to theyr great payne,
vpon th'ungodlies hart:
Snare, brymstone, fyre: wyth tempestes ire,
these stormes, theyr cup in part.

7

For as the Lorde: is iust in worde,
so loueth he sothfastnes:
Hys ryghtfull eye: will pleasauntly,
behold all righteousnes.

Psalme. XII.

The Argument.

This Psalme declarth
The poore mans care
for truth so falne to ground
When pride bearth sayle
No truth preuayle
But God will it confound.

Saluum me fac.

1

Helpe Lord so hye: this case, for why
not one good man is more:
The faythfull gone: scant any one,
theyr children mynished sore.

2

They talke so free: of vanitie,
one neyghbour neyghbour to:
In tong they glose: it double gose,
their hartes dissemble so.

3

All lips so vayne: God will them strayne,
and plucke them vp by roote:
Oh that he wrung: the boasting tunge,
to treade it vnderfoote.

4

For thus they rayle we wyll preuayle,
our tonges must matters breake:
For who dare thus: be Lord to vs,
our tonges must onely speake.

5

For thys the stresse: of comfortlesse,
for sighes that poore men make:
Now ryse wyll I: sayth God most hye,
and helpe theyr part to take.

6

Gods worde is sure: it is as pure,
from earth as siluer quit:
Though tryde be golde: in fire seuen folde,
his worde yet passeth it.

7

O Lord so graue: thou vs shalt saue,
and euermore preserue:
From all thys route: that be so stoute,
for euer thee to serue.

8

These walke most wyde: in wycked pryde,
all cruelty they frame:
Whyle they so far exalted are,
poore men be put to shame.

Psalme. XIII.

The Argument.

For patience
For Gods defence
In trouble Dauid crieth
Lest deadly might
Should blynd his sight
Good hope in God he spieth

Vsquequo Domine.

1

How long wilt thou: forget me now,
for euer Lord, my guyde?
How long wylt thou: not me alow,
how long thy face wylt hyde?

2

How long shall I: thus heauely,
in soule seeke counsayle so?
How long my hart: shall feele this smart,
to be thus vext wyth foe.

3

O Lord my God: represse thy rod,
heare now, consider mee:
Myne eyes wyth lyght: O cleare thou bryght,
dead sleepe lest they do see.

4

Lest that to hye: myne enemye,
myght boast of hys preuayle:
If downe I were: thys baratter,
would ioye to see me quayle.

5

But all my trust: lyeth fully iust,
in thy good mercy still:
My hart thy helth: shall ioy it selfe,
Gods goodnes laude I will.

Psalme. XIIII.

The Argument

This Psalme set out
The carelesse route
of sinners obstinate
How far asyde
They wander wyde
which hold with God debate

Dixit insipiens.

1

The foole hath sayd: in hart astrayd,
that God there is euen none:
In workes they are: corrupt so far,
not one doth good not one.

2

The Lord casth eye: from heauen to spye,
the trade of Adams broode:
If that as there: some wyse man were,
which God would seeke so good.

3

But all astray: haue take theyr way,
abominable made:
There is not one: to do well, none
they all from truth decayd.

4

For throtes they haue: lyke open graue,
theyr tonges haue vsed deceyt:
And vnderslips: theyr poyson lips,
of Aspes the venome beyt.

5

Theyr mouthes do swim: wyth cursings brim
all bitternes to fyll:
Theyr feete make spede: mans bloud to shede,
they force not whom they spyll.

6

Destruction: confusion,
in all theyr wayes do ryse:
Of peace no day: they know the way,
Gods feare see not theyr eyes.

7

Haue they no mynd: in hart so blynd,
in myschiefe how they go?
Who lyke as meate: my people eate,
and God they call not to.

8

But they shall there: be once in feare,
where nought they feard in deede:
For God is spide: most strong to bide,
wyth iust mans righteous seede.

6

Where vaynly now: ye mocke and mow,
at poore mans purpose iust:
When he is bent: wyth fast entent,
in God to put his trust.

7

Who els can speede: poore Iacobs seede,
wyth helpe from Zyon hill:
When God shall call hys people thrall,
reioyce all Iury will.

Psalme. XV.

The Argument.

Here Dauid craueth
And answer haueth
whom God alowth in sight
The sprite so sayth
Who hath a fayth
to worke by loue aright

Domine quis habitabit.

1

Who (Lord) shall byde: by thy sweete syde?
In tabernacle sure?
Or who shall styll: hold fast thy hyll,
which holy doth endure?

2

Who walkth in state: immaculate,
who blameles lyfe ensueth:
And rightwise deede: fulfilth in speede,
who speakth from hart the truth.

3

Whose tonge in spyte: doth not backebyte,
ne doth hys neyghbour euill:
Who cannot beare: wyth quyet eare,
hys neyghbour slanderd still.

4

And he whose eyes: the bad despise,
and lawdth Gods fearefull men:
Who swearth also: hys neyghbour to,
and chaungth not it ageyn.

5

Who will not plie: to vsurie,
hys coyne for lucres loue:
Who bribeth nothyng: the iust to wryng,
oh he shall neuer moue.

Psalme. XVI.

The Argument.

That Chrict did pray
For his alway,
and when himselfe did sue
His buriall
His rise withall
the Prophet told full true

Conserua me Domine.

1

O God of trust: preserue me iust,
In soule and body to:
For why to thee: my hope doth flee,
to none els will I go.

2

O foule in sprite: thou saydst aright,
to God who thee so wrought:
My God thou art: of faythfull hart,
my goodes can vayle thee nought.

3

All my delyght: to sayntes full bryght,
is set, which trauell here:
In vertues all: celestiall,
they do excell so clere.

4

Who multiplie: theyr Idols hie,
and after them do gad:
Their sacrifice: I whole despise
I hate theyr names so mad.

5

The Lord alone: is porcion,
of myne inheritaunce:
My cup he is: my crosse to blisse,
my lot he wyll aduaunce.

6

My lot ful brode: by lyne and rod,
so fayre did fall to mee:
That I reioyce: the goodly choyce,
myne heritage to see.

7

The Lord to blisse: I wyll not mysse,
who gaue me counsayle so:
My reynes by nyght: yet shewd me lyght,
in thought to God to go.

8

In face I set: my God so great,
he alwayes was my marke:
For strong he standth: on my ryght hand,
how can I fall in darke.

9

For helpe thus had: my harte was glad,
my glory ioyed his fill:
My flesh in graue: though earth it haueth,
yet rest in hope it will.

10

For why in hell: my soule to dwell,
thou wilt not leaue it there:
The holy one: corruption
to see, thou canst not beare.

11

Thou shalt shew mee: lyues path to see,
and ioy in thy good sight:
Thy ryght hand hase: all ioyfull grace,
to stand for aye in might.

Psalme. XVII.

The Argument.

That fayth myght stand
In vpper hand
the iust man prayth full fayne
And museth in part
That iust in hart
thus should be vext in payne.

Exaudi Deus.

1

Heare thou the right: O Lord my might,
consider my complaynt:
My lippes be streight: and hate deceight,
geue eare to my constraynt.

2

Geue thou assent: to myne entent,
in hand my right to take:
Let thy good eye: my cause discrye,
for thee my iudge I make.

3

My hart thou tridst: by nyght thou spidst,
thou scorndst me nye in deed:
Thou foundst not yet: my fault so great,
my thought to mouth agreed.

4

Mens workes ful nought: by them so wrought
agaynst thy worde and wyll:
Made me to marke: theyr wayes most darke,
thy lawes who do but spill.

5

O stay my feete: of lyfe most meete,
thy worde to holde the path:
Least wrong I walke: thy truth to balke,
to slip in thy great wrath.

6

O God of all: on thee I call,
for thou my sute wylt heare:
Enclyne to mee: thy face so free,
my wordes in hearyng beare.

7

Thy mercies great: extend thou yet,
saue them whych trust in thee:
From such as stand: agaynst thy hand,
and vayne resisters bee.

8

As ball of eye: O tenderly,
kepe me my Lord and kyng:
And shadow me: so close to be,
hyd vnder thy good wyng.

9

Defend me quyte: from all the spyte,
of them that me molest:
My foes I see: round compasse me,
my soule to haue opprest.

10

So fat and fed: they iet so redde
in wealth they stand full hye:
Proud speeche to seeke: euen what they leeke,
they walke disdaynfully.

11

In wayes they wayte: to note our gate,
so set on euery side:
They bend theyr eyes: as crafty spies
on ground to cast vs wyde.

12

Lyke Lyon slye: they priuy lye,
which greedy seekth his pray:
As close it were: fierce wolfe or beare,
or Lyons whelpe they lay.

13

For thy renowne: ryse, cast hym downe,
destroy hys spyte O God:
My soule O saue: from wycked slaue,
who is thy sword and rod.

14

From men so fond: that be thy hond,
O Lord from worldly beast:
Who make good chere: thou filst them here,
they leaue theyr babes the rest.

15

And I shall bold: thy face beholde,
in righteousnes so bryght:
I shall in deede: be satisfide,
thy glory brought to lyght.

Psalme. XVIII.

The Argument

Christ here in this
For hym and his
geueth thankes to God aright,
For that they bee
Deliuered free
from all vngodly spight.

Diligam te Domine.

1

I will loue thee: most inwardly,
O Lord my strength thou art:
Thy mercies all: both great and small,
do comfort much my hart.

2

My Lord is hence: my rocke and fence,
my sauyng God I say:
My myght and shield: my trust in field,
my horne of health, my stay.

3

The Lorde alwayes: most worthy prayes,
on hym I mynde to call:
So safe shall I: most stedfastly,
escape myne enemies all.

4

The greuousnes: of deadly stresse,
dyd compasse me about:
The streames of sinne: so whelmd me in,
they troubled me full out.

5

The paynes of hell: that were so fell,
dyd me inclose full fast:
The trappes and snares: of deadly cares,
preuented me in hast.

6

In troublous wo: I cald vnto,
my Lord my God in feare:
To heare my case: his will it was,
my cry euen toucht hys eare.

7

The earth did shake: for feare did quake,
the hils theyr bases shooke:
Remoued they were: in place most faire,
at Gods ryght fearefull looke.

8

Darke smoke rose so: hys face there fro,
hys mouth as fire consumde:
That coales at it: were kyndled bryght,
when he in anger fumde.

9

The heauens ful low: he made to bowe,
and downe dyd he ensue:
And darkenes great: was vnder set
his feete in clowdy hue.

10

He rode on hye: and dyd so flye,
vpon the Cherubins:
He came in sight: and made hys flight,
vpon the wyng of wyndes.

11

His place he set: In darkenes great,
as secret there to byde:
Wyth cloudes about: he set it out,
wyth waters blacke beside.

12

At hys great light: of present sight,
the cloudes past ouer quight:
As stones of hayle: do melt and quayle,
by coales in fire light.

13

The Lord from heauen: sent down his leauen
and thundred thence in ire:
He thunder cast: in wonders blast,
wyth hayle and coales of fire.

14

With arrow dartes: he gald theyr hartes,
and scatterd them about:
And forth he bringes: hys lightnyngs,
the Lord destroyd theyr rout.

15

When he dyd thret: the waters set,
theyr springes to be dewrayed:
The blastyng breath: of hys great wrath,
the worldes deepe bottome shewd.

16

From heauen aboue: his grace and loue,
to fetche me he dyd send:
From waters deepe: he dyd me keepe,
he dyd me strong defend.

17

He dyd represse: I saw no lesse
my foes that strongest be:
And rid me quite: of all theyr spite,
to strong they were for me.

18

They dyd preuent: with troublement,
the day of my great stresse:
Yet Gods good hand: dyd them wythstand
preuentyng theyr excesse.

19

In libertie: he placed mee,
and led me strayght thereto:
He brought me out: of stresse no doubt,
hys grace dyd loue me so.

20

The Lord dyd thus: most gracious,
my dealyng he aloude:
He dyd me quite: as he in sight,
me innocent approued.

21

For Gods true wayes: I kept alwayes,
Hys law I trustd therto:
Wyth my Lord God: I still abode,
the wycked do not so.

22

I haue an eye: hys law to spye,
from mans tradition:
Nor hys precept: dyd I reiect,
to my destruction.

23

And pure I went: wyth true entent,
before my God also:
I iust eschude: my deede so rude,
I gaue good heede therto.

24

For doyng iust: my Lord I trust,
will frendly me requite:
My righteous deede: as well did speede,
in hys approued sight.

25

As man is iust: so mayst thou trust,
wyth good so good to bee:
Wyth perfect man: so thou agayne,
shall perfect be and free.

26

And thus wyth pure: thou mayst be sure,
thou shalt be pure and cleane:
Euen so wyth euill: of froward will,
euen froward shalt thou meane.

27

For thou to saue: wilt soone wythsaue,
the meeke in all theyr wo:
And shalt deryde: mens stately pryde,
and make them low to go.

28

For thou dydst lyght: my candell bryght,
and keepst my fortune ryght:
The Lord my God: dyd ease my rod,
and darkenes tournd to lyght.

29

For strong to see: I was by thee,
whole hostes to dyng downe ryght:
In God no dout: I was so stout,
stone wall to leape it quite.

30

Gods way I wis: vnspotted is,
hys worde is tryde in fire:
He is a shield: to man in field,
who trust to hym intiere.

31

What God is there: euen any where,
but this the Lord of hostes?
What rocke excelth: in strength so well,
as thys our God in coste?

32

For God euen he: round girdeth me,
wyth strength and feate of warre:
He keepth my way: in redy stay,
lest vyce my lyfe should marre.

33

He makth my feete: as swyft and meete,
as feete of hartes to see:
In perfect grace: he stayd my race,
and sate me vp on hye.

34

My handes aryght: he made to fyght,
both diuell and man to wryng:
Myne armes in partes: did breake their dartes
yea bowes of steele wyth stryng.

35

Thy sauyng shield: kept me in field,
thy right hand me sustaynd:
Thy bounteousnes: dyd ease my stresse,
though greuously it paynd.

36

Thou gauest me roume: where euer I come,
to stand, to go, to ryde:
Full strong to stand: on sea and land,
my heeles dyd neuer slyde.

37

I dyd rechase: my foes in face,
and ouer tooke theyr spyte:
I dyd not stynt: wyth sword the dynt,
till I had stroyed them quite.

38

I dyd them bray: in such aray,
theyr woundes shall neuer heale:
They could not ryse: in any wyse,
but fall at myne owne heele.

39

Strait girdst thou me: wyth strength to be,
to warre euen full inured:
Thou threwest them round: vpon the ground
my soule who thus pursude.

40

These noughty packes: did turne their backes
theyr neckes thou madest me smight:
My haters fell: thou didst them quell,
downe thou dydst beat them right.

41

They cryde dismayde: and craued ayde,
but none to helpe was there:
Whan they did crie: to God so hie,
then God did turne hys eare.

42

I dyd as small: thus beat them all,
as dust before the wynde:
As clay in streete: oft trode wyth feete,
I dyd them stampe and grynde.

43

Thou rydst my lyfe: from peoples stryfe,
thou didst me sure preserue:
To Gentiles bred: thou madest me hed,
straunge people me dyd serue.

44

When me they heare: at sound of eare,
they me now soone obey:
Wher children strange: their frendship change
all falshoode they dewray.

45

These children strange: which strangely range
so vp and downe dyd fayle:
They all afrayd: in fearefull brayd,
in theyr great forts shall wayle.

46

The Lord lyue hee: most blessedly
who was my helper strong:
God rowsed bee: my rocke so free,
hym prayse I will full long.

47

This God of ours: he geueth me powers
t'auenge my wycked foes:
And doth subdue: my people true,
that they like subiectes goes.

48

He daunted so: my cruell fo,
to them he made me head:
From wicked spite: thou dydst me quite,
theyr wickednes to tread.

49

For thys O Lord: in hart and word,
I will geue thankes in song:
Of thy great name: thy power to fame,
where Gentils dwel among.

50

Hys kyng he sought: he health hym wrought,
he shewed true loue in deede:
To Dauid true: annoynted due,
and aye to his good seede.

Psalme. XIX.

The Argument.

This Psalme deliteth
Gods worke to cyte
who is to sunne comparde
His law it treateth
And so it speaketh
of his Apostles garde,

Cœli enarrant.

1

The heauens do tell: how God excelth
in glory, power, and might:
The firmament: so excellent,
his handy worke endight.

2

For day to day: succeedyng aye,
doth playne hys power declare:
As night to nyght: ensuyng ryght,
setteth out hys louyng care.

3

No speche, or tong: to them doth long,
theyr voyce distinct not hard:
To magnifie: theyr Lord so hie,
by languages regard.

4

But yet theyr sound: as wordes rebound,
on all the earth it strayes:
To further cost: all vttermost,
their noyse theyr maker prayse.

5

In them he set: the sunne so net,
lyke bridegrome which proceedth:
His chamber out: as Giaunt stout,
reioyceth hys course to speede.

6

His course goeth out: euen round about,
the heauen and backe retreath:
From East to West: it hath no rest,
all thyng doth feele hys heate.

7

Gods law is iust: a law to trust,
as spotlesse turnyng hartes:
His wytnes pure: record is sure,
to babe it wyt impartes.

8

The Lordes behest: is all the best,
to ioy the hart in ryght:
His biddinges be: so pure to see,
blynd syght they turne to lyght.

9

The Lord his feare: is cleane and cleare,
which euer shall endure:
His iudgementes bee: the truth most free,
and be themselues full sure.

10

They be to vs: more gracious,
then gold or precious stone:
To man more meete: then hony sweete,
they passe the hony combe.

11

Yea more then this: thy seruant is,
to keepe them alway prest:
And sure shall he: rewarded be,
wyth ioy whych is behest.

12

Synnes which be wrought: in deed & thought,
wythout thys law who knowth?
Fro faultes that lye: oh secretly,
thy clensing hand bestow.

13

From sinnes of pryde: thy seruant hyde,
that me they do not guide:
That vndefilde: and lesse beguilde,
the great sinne myght I slyde.

14

My wordes thus said: my thoughts depe laid
God graunt they please thy sight:
O Lord my power: my rocke and bower,
and my redemer quite.

Psalme. XX.

The Argument.

This prayth for kinges
Good prosperinges
theyr realmes to haue defence,
Where Christ is ment
By fore entent
of Dauids sprite in sence.

Exaudiat te Dominus.

1

God graunt he heare: with blessed eare,
thy sutes in day of wo:
Gods name so great: whom Iacob met,
promoote thee where thou go.

2

God send thee ayde: where power is layd,
from sanctuary place:
He strengtht thee sure: full strong t'endure,
from Syon hill of grace.

3

Let hym keepe hye: in memorye,
thy sacrifices all:
The bullockes brent: so redolent,
to mynde all them to call.

Sela.

4

Graunt he thy will: of hart to fill,
in sickenes eke and health:
Confirme he shall: thy counsayles all,
to worke thy peoples wealth.

5

In helth of thee: glad we shal bee,
and triumphes make we will:
In gods good name: his prayse to fame,
thy vowes God shall fulfill.

6

I know that now: God will allowe,
his Christ and saue him deare:
To heare him nye: from heauen so hye,
by healthfull hand he bearth.

7

Some trust their horse: some charets force,
thus they presume of strength:
But we wyll bynde: Gods name in mynde,
for he is Lord at length.

8

For where we see: how low they bee,
and falne, so foule deceyued:
We ryse in sight: and stand vpright,
by myght of God receyued.

9

O Lord we sing: saue, keepe the king,
heare vs and saue vs aye:
Both hym and his: preserue and blis,
his realme defend we pray.

Psalme. XXI.

The Argument.

Here is exprest
How that request
is hard which went beforne
Now thankes the more
He geueth therfore
to see hys foes forlorne.

Domine in virtute.

1

The king with voyce: doth most reioyce,
thy strength O Lord most kynde:
For health so had: he is full glad,
excedingly in mynde.

2

Thou hast him geuen: such helpe to wynne,
in hart as he desyrde:
For that he sought: by thee was wrought,
as full his lips requirde.

Sela

3

Thy good entent: dyd hym preuent,
thy blessyng sweete thou gauest:
Upon his hed: a crowne so red,
of gold well set thou hast.

4

He asked lyfe: and lyfe ful ryfe,
thou gauest him that will last:
More hym thou gaue: then he dyd craue,
euen lyfe that shall not wast.

5

His honour great: in thee is set,
in thy saluation true:
Thou didst him crowne: with bright renowne
and glory hym dyd sue.

6

Thou hast againe: exalt hys raygne,
wyth long felicitie:
To glad hys state: most fortunate,
with ioy thy face to see.

7

The cause is thys: the kyng I wis,
in God dyd put his trust:
Hys louyng grace: so steyd hys place,
no man could downe hym thrust.

8

Thy strong ryght hand: by sea and land,
shall all thy foes confound:
Thou shalt seeke out: thy haters stout,
wyth power to cast on ground.

9

In thyne whote ire: as ouen wyth fire,
thou shalt them make to fume:
The Lord in wrath: shall stroy theyr pathe,
the fire shall them consume.

10

Thou shalt supplant: theyr fruite to want,
theyr rootes from earth full low:
Theyr seede euen quyte: from all mens sight,
no man thence shall them know.

11

For they entend: on thee to send,
some euill in spitefull fourme:
Theyr cursed deede: yet wanted speede,
they could not it perfourme.

12

For such a thyng: thou shalt O kyng,
them all put foule to flight:
Thou shalt bestow: thy stryng and bow,
agaynst theyr face to smite.

13

O Lord of helth: exalt thy selfe,
in thyne owne strength and might:
So wyll we syng: to thee O kyng,
to prayse thy power aright.

Psalme. XXII.

The Argument.

Lo Dauid here,
Christes type doth beare
in anguishe all be set
For here in summe
Christes passion
and rising iust be met

Deus deus meus.

1

My God my God: regard me God,
why hast me left alone?
To make so farre: my health to iarre
from wordes of my great mone?

2

My God I cry: as day doth pry,
and yet thou geuest none eare:
No rest by night I take in sight,
no silence any where.

3

Yet holdst thy will: in thee so still?
as onely good thy selfe?
Thou Iacobs prayse: thy selfe vp rayse,
they sang alwayes thy health.

4

Our fathers olde: on thee were bolde,
to hope, and had theyr ease:
As oft as they: to thee did pray,
theyr troubles then dyd cease.

5

They cald on thee: and helpe therby,
thou gauest to them anone:
They layd theyr trust: on thee so iust,
and scapt confusion.

6

Concernyng mee: a worme to see,
I am, no man of pryce:
A scorne all day: a cast away,
of men in theyr deuyce.

7

All they that mee: wyth eye dyd see,
hye scornes to me they layd:
Wyth lips they mowd: with knees they bowd
they shooke theyr hed and sayd.

8

In God he set: affiaunce great,
let hym than rid hym quyte:
Deliuer hee: to make hym free,
for hym he pleasth in sight.

9

Yet he thou art: that dydst depart,
my mothers wombe from me:
At both her brestes in quyet rest,
thou nurst me tenderly.

10

I was whole cast: on thee full fast,
from that my mothers pappe:
No dout from thence: in sure defence,
thou God keptst me in lappe.

11

Fro me to go: oh do not so,
for trouble is at hand:
No helpe of man: optayne I can,
in thee my refuge standth.

12

Wylde buls most stout: flocke me about,
by me full fierce they ryde:
Fat buls in deede: as Basan feede,
be set on euery side.

13

My death to shape: wyth mouthes they gape,
on me they stare I say:
They swell and stampe: as Lyons rampe,
when they do rore at pray.

14

Out am I cast: as water wast,
my bones in ioyntes be lose:
My hart wythin: doth melt and pyne,
as waxe by fier dose.

15

As potsherd dry: my strength doth lye,
to mouth my tong cleau'th fast:
To death in dust: thou hast me thrust,
thus made I am agast.

16

Yea dogs full grim: haue closde me in,
in councels mad they meete:
Besiegd I stand: of wicked hand,
they pearst my hand and feete.

17

My bones to tell: I may full well,
at me they gase and stare:
They did delite: in my despite,
they dyd deryde my care.

18

My clothes they part: wyth ioyfull hart,
as spoyle the sowgiers do:
For that my cote: they cast theyr lot,
for that vnsowed was so.

19

But be not far: my gouerner,
O Lord my castle strong:
Thy mercy send: and me defend,
in hast, no tyme prolong.

20

From sworde and knyfe: discharge my lyfe,
my soule lest they deuoure:
Keepe well my soule: as derlyng fole,
from dogges theyr handes and power.

21

O kepe in awe: the Lyons iawe,
saue me from them that byte:
From all the hornes of Unicornes,
protect me Lord of myght.

22

Thy power and name: I shall declame,
to all my bretherne met:
Glad wyll I rayse: in church thy prayse,
in congregation set.

23

The Lord who fearth: with lawds draw nere,
all Iacobs seede hym prayse:
Feare ye hym well: all Israell,
hym magnify alwayes.

24

He wyll aduise: and not despise,
the poore for low degree:
He hydth no face: in tyme and place,
my prayer heard hath hee.

25

I purpose mee: to speake of thee,
in church thy prayse to sprede:
My vowes so plight: in iust mens sight,
I will perfourme in dede.

26

The meeke his brede: shall eate full fed,
and prayse the Lord all day:
For God who seekth: hys prayse he keepth,
theyr hart shall lyue for aye.

27

The world so brode: will turne to God,
whyle thys they call to hart:
Before hys face: all folke in place,
shall honour hym impart.

28

All kyngdomes stand: to God as bond,
theyr trybes and kynredes eke:
And them in raigne: he shall retayne,
all quarters them to seke.

29

The fat shall fede: and serue in drede,
they all shall worshyp ryfe:
Yea dead men all: to hym shall fall,
who gaue theyr soules no lyfe.

30

My seede and bloud: thys Lord so good
shall serue in worship free:
And thus my stocke: as God hys flocke,
shall iust reputed bee.

31

They shall proceede: to shew in deede,
to people thence to come:
Gods iustice great: from heauenly seat,
what he to them hath done.

Psalme. XXIII.

The Argument.

The Christen man
Confesse he can
how God his lyfe doth guide
With meat so good
of heauenly foode
from death his soule to hide.

Dominus regit.

1

The Lord so good: who geueth me food
my shepeheard is and guide:
How can I want: or suffer scant,
whan he defendth my side?

2

To feede my neede: he will me lead,
in pastures greene and fat:
He forth brought me: in libertie,
to waters delicate.

3

My soule and hart: he did conuert,
to me he sheweth the path:
Of rightwisenes: in holines,
his name such vertue hath.

4

Yea though I go: through death hys wo,
his vaale and shadow wyde:
I feare no dart: wyth me thou art,
wyth staffe and rod to guide.

5

Thou shalt prouyde: a table wyde,
for me agaynst theyr spite:
With oyle my head: thou hast bespred,
my cup is fully dight.

6

Thy goodnes yet: and mercy great,
will kepe me all my dayes:
In house to dwell: in rest full well,
wyth God I hope alwayes.

Psalme. XXIIII.

The Argument.

Of Christ to come
All whole in summe
his raigne this psalme doth preach
How God will bee
In temple free
the letter this doth teach.

Domini est terra.

1

The earth it is: the Lordes of blisse,
wyth all the garnishyng:
The world so round: he hath it found,
and all that dwell therin.

2

This earth he cast: on seas so fast,
as ouer them to stand:
And floudes he made: for corne and blade,
and eke to part the land.

3

Up who shall stye: on hill so hye,
where resteth thys Lord of grace?
Or who shall ryse: in restfull wyse,
to that his holy place?

4

Euen he whose hand: and hart doth stand,
in cleannes innocent:
Who sought no gayne: in fansies vayne.
nor othe hath falsly ment.

5

He shall posses: in stablenes,
the Lordes sweete blessednes:
Hys God of health: from euen hymselfe,
shall send hym righteousnes.

6

And these be they: which seeke alway,
in stocke theyr God in deede:
Euen truely they: who seke I say,
the God of Iacobs seede.

7

Lift vp your gates: you heades and states,
ye lastyng dores aryse:
In at this house: kyng glorious,
wyll enter princely wyse.

8

What is this kyng: thus enteryng,
wyth glory thus beset?
The Lord is hee: full strong to see,
a Lord in battayle great.

9

Arise I say: thou temple gay,
though I thee cannot builde:

Or as the vij. verse.

Yet ioyth my sprite: that God of might,
hys arke shall be thy shield.

10

What is thys king: desiering,
wyth glory thus to raigne?
The Lorde of hostes: of glory most,
the kyng and soueraigne.

Sela

Psalme. XXV.

The Argument.

This cry and call
Is Generall
as supplication graue
It doth confesse
Done wickednes
and pardon craueth to haue

At te Domine.

1

O Lord to thee: my soule to flee,
is set, my God thou art:
I whole referre: my lyfe most nare
to thee, wyth all my hart.

2

My God of sence: my confidence,
on thee was alway borne:
O let no shame: confound my name,
my foes els will me scorne.

3

Who trustth in thee: ashamd to bee,
can neuer man it spye:
Who breake thy lawes: without a cause,
confounded let them lye.

4

Shew me thy wayes: O Lord alwayes,
of truth me teach the path:
Thy word and way: is certayne stay,
for that all vertue hath.

5

In truth me lead: teach me thy read,
my God of health thou art:
My trust doth lay: in thee all day,
to thee is bent my hart.

6

Call thou to mynde: O Lord full kynde,
thy louyng mercies olde:
Thy bounties free: which euer bee,
as fathers them haue tolde.

7

Of youth my faut: so great and haut,
such sinne O Lord forget:
For mercy sake: O Lord awake,
thy mynd vpon me set.

8

Both gratious: and righteous,
the Lord is equall so:
He teachth wyth rod: yet louyng God,
by giftes he teachth also.

9

Who meeke abyde: them he will guide,
in iudgement good and ryght:
And whome we see: most gentle bee,
his wayes he teachth them lyght.

10

The wayes of God: be large and brode,
both truth and mercy iust:
Euen still to such: as loueth much,
his hestes, and couenauntes trust.

11

For thy names sake: O mercy take,
my Lord vpon my sinne:
It is so great: it doth me fret,
it boylth my soule wythin.

12

What man he bee: that feareth thee,
O Lord thou wylt hym teach:
The rightfull way: to choose I say,
in sprite thereto to retche.

13

His soule shall dwell: at ease full well,
in ghostly free delyght:
Hys stocke and seede: shall neuer neede,
but hold the land to ryght.

14

Among them lye: Gods secrecy,
to feare hym who that shall:
In gentle fourme: he wyll perfourme,
to them hys couenantes all.

15

Myne eyes entent: is euer bent
to thee my Lord so great:
For onely he: pluckth suerly,
my feete from out of net.

16

Turne thou to mee: O Lord so free,
haue mercy, stay my fall:
I am in state: all desolate,
in misery full thrall.

17

My sorrowes fell: my hart doth swell,
they be enlarged so:
My troublous payne: O God restrayne,
O quenche this deadly wo.

18

Attend I cry: my misery,
my lyfe and state aduerse:
Forgeue my fautes: which me assautes,
my ioy to me reuerse.

19

Consider ryght: my foes theyr spyte,
how they increase my feare,
Theyr hate is thus: so tyrannous,
at me that they do beare.

20

O kepe most dere: my soule intiere,
and me deliuer iust:
So let no shame: confound my name,
for I in thee haue trust.

21

Let perfectnes: and rightfulnes,
both guide and wayte on mee:
My trust for ayde: in thee is layd,
from me O neuer flee.

22

Deliuer well: all Israell,
O God wyth all hys seede:
From troubles all: that them may fall,
in thee alway to speede.

Psalme. XXVI.

The Argument.

The iust mans song
Who suffreth wrong
for righteousnes beshent:
And prayth in will
That he may still
a lyfe leade innocent.

Iudica Domine.

1

Lord iudge my deed: as I haue lyued
in thee my hope is all:
For this my trust: in thee so iust,
I neuer doubt to fall.

2

Lord proue my waye: and me assaye,
by fire trye thou my reynes:
And search my hart: my foe is smart,
myne giltles life he straynes.

3

Thy clemency: was nye myne eye,
to stay, me right to do:
I dyd inure: my hart full sure,
to truth from lyes to go.

4

Wyth lyers vayne: I would not trayne,
my lyfe to follow such:
Wyth crafty men: I would not renne,
whose lyfe dissembleth much.

5

The wycked rout: that goeth about,
to harme and hurt I hate:
I will not set: in councell yet,
wyth men of wycked state.

6

For washe I wyll: my handes euen still,
wyth men of perfect lyfe:
And thus shall I: O Lord so hye,
frequent thyne aulters ryfe.

7

Where I shall rayse: thy worthy prayse,
that men may loue the same:
I wyll there sprede: thy grace in deede,
the workes of thy good name.

8

O Lord the place: where restth thy grace,
I haue the bewty loued:
Thy heauenly house: so glorious,
I loued as me behoued.

9

Wyth sinners great: Lord do not shet,
my soule, wyth them to bee:
Thy grace extend: my lyfe defend,
all men of bloud to flee.

10

Theyr handes do presse: all wyckednes,
euen guile prepensed so:
Theyr better hand: corrupt doth stand,
wyth brybes, euen thus they go.

11

But yet will I: most certenly,
in truth my lyfe addresse:
O make me free: from them to bee,
shew me thy tendernes.

12

My foote as yet: in ryght is set,
in playne simplicitie:
And still wyll I: in company,
exalt thee Lord on hie.

Psalme. XXVII.

The Argument.

Here may we see
The iust is free
in trouble though he falleth:
In God he stayeth
On hym he wayeth
and so geueth thankes in all.

Dominus illuminatio

1

The Lord of might: is health and light,
to me (at nede) whom should I feare?
The Lord is strength: to lyfe at length,
of myne (I say) who can me deare?

2

Whan men so bad: theyr traynes had layd,
Euen then (at eye) they fell downe right:
Whan foes dyd presse: to eate my flesh,
they slid (away) for all theyr spite.

3

Though armed host: besiegd my cost,
my hart (from God) shall not relent:
Though cruell warre: should ryse me nar,
to God (therin) I would be bent.

4

One thing to craue: of God to haue,
I dyd (full oft) and aye I will:
To keepe hys place: to see hys grace,
to haunt (euen so) his temple still.

5

Thus shal hys power: hyde me in bower,
when troubles should be (fierce and) fell:
He would me hyde: there close to byde,
as safe on rocke (most sure) to dwell.

6

My hed yet now: he wyll alow,
aboue my foes (in state) alwayes:
In, will I bryng: glad offeryng,
the Lord (so good) to laud and prayse.

7

My voyce O heare: my Lord so deare,
I cry (my God) in wofull part:
Graunt that I craue: and mercy haue,
extend to me thy (louyng) hart.

8

My hart to thee: dyd oft apply,
seeke ye my face (I say) ye all:
O Lord I will: thy face seeke still,
do others (how and) what they shall.

9

Hyde not from mee: thy seruaunt free,
thy (louyng) face, my ayde thou art:
Proiect not me: displeasantly,
O Lord (my health) do not depart.

10

My parentes when: they bad me renne,
from them (to go) my selfe to shift:
When Patrons all: my reyse or fall,
rought not (a myte) thou dydst me lyft.

11

Teach me thy way: thy law I say,
that rightly leadth (in truth) to thee:
My foes O Lord: wyth one accorde,
should els reioyce (in hate) to free.

12

Up turne me not: to beare theyr hate,
O Lord (to them) that me pursue:
False witnes eyes: agaynst me ryse,
and lyes (of me) they sprede vntrue.

13

My hart had quayld: and vtter fayld,
if fast (to thee) I had not trustd:
Let me thy grace: Lord see in place,
in land (of rest) where ioyth the iust.

14

O wayte the Lord: hold fast hys worde:
doubt not (at all) be strong, be still:
Attend on God: take meeke hys rod,
he will (at last) thy hart fulfill.

Psalme. XXVIII.

The Argument.

This mans entent
Is vehement
all crafty men to scape:
And hard he is
From God of blisse
for this he thankes doth shape.

Ad te Domine.

1

O Lord I cry: my rocke on hye,
rest not (thus still) forsake me not:
Or els should I: resemble nye,
the deede (that be) in pit bewrapt.

2

Heare my request: of humble brest,
whan I (so meeke) do sue to thee:
Agaynst thy seate: of mercy sweete,
my handes (on hye) when lift they bee.

3

And draw my hart: from wycked part,
wyth them (O Lord) that worke so euill:
Theyr tonge cryth truse: which hart refuseth,
theyr myndes all set to (stroy and) spill.

4

As is theyr deede: so let them speede,
retort their craftes they (vse to) delue,
Theyr malice great: the same to get,
wyth lyke (by ryght) to quite themselue.

5

Theyr myndes disdayne: Gods actes to fraine
hys (stately) workes to marke euen so:
He shall them stroy: and not employ,
theyr lyues (no tyme) in wealth to go.

6

Well worthy prayse: is God alwayes,
my mouth (in song) shall hym forth sound:
He heard my grone: my prayers mone,
he dyd not me (wyth shame) confound.

7

God is my shield: my strength in field,
he helpt (me iust) as I beleued:
For this good chance: my hart may daunce,
and sing in laudes (so wel) releaued.

8

To my small host: God praysd be most,
that (tymely) health he soone dyd bryng:
The Lord is strength: and fence at length,
to his (most true) annoynted kyng.

9

Thy people saue: O Lord I craue,
and blesse (wyth ioy) thyne heritage:
Feede them as guide: promoote them wyde,
to prayse thee (God from) age to age.

Psalme. XXIX.

The Argument.

This doth inuite,
All stately might
to note Gods mighty power:
Hym iust to serue
Who can preserue
and els can them deuoure.

Afferte Domino.

1

Ye sonnes of God: sprede ye abrode,
the Lordes great power and strength:
Bryng ye your lambes: of mighty rambes
to God hys laudes at length.

2

The Lord ensue: wyth honor due,
extoll his myght and name:
And eke expresse: his holines,
hym laude in court of fame.

3

His voyce so grand: on sea and land,
note how the floudes it stayd:
Gods maiesty: you then dyd see,
on them when thunder brayd.

4

Hys voyce rulth sea: how houge it be,
hys voyce is sterne and stout:
His voyce is thus: most glorious,
when it dryueth leuyn out.

5

This voyce so free: breakth Cedre tree,
no force can it repell:
It dryueth euen downe: of Lybanon,
hys Cedres, though they swell.

6

He made them skip: in rootes to flip,
as calues do vse to praunce:
So Lybanon: and Syrion,
as Unicorne to daunce.

7

The Lord by voyce: the fiery noyce,
of flames in partes can send:
The cloudes among: he lightneth strong,
wyth shoures he fyre can blend.

8

It can distres: all wyldernes,
yea Cades desert wyde:
The beastes I say: which there do stray,
it make themselfe to hyde.

9

This voyce doth bynde: to calue the Hynde,
thicke trees it open layth:
Therfore men all: in temple shall,
hys honour prayse in fayth.

10

Where they shall sing: that God as kyng,
hath rule of waters all:
On whom he setth: as kyng is fit,
and so for euer shall.

11

The Lord all wealth: and stable health
shall geue hys people kynde:
God them shall blesse: wyth full increase,
all peace and rest to fynde.

Psalme. XXX.

The Argument.

Thankes here be ment
To God so sent
for iust deliueraunce:
And here ye spie
All suertie
in Gods good gouernaunce.

Exaltabo te Domine.

1

Lord thee all whole: I will extoll,
for thou hast lift me hye:
Thou wouldst not make: my foes to crake,
agaynst me ioyfully.

2

O Lord of myght: my God of ryght,
to thee I cryed in griefe:
Thou gauest an eare: to heare me neare,
thou sentst me healthes reliefe.

3

Thou broughtst ful wel: my soule from hell,
O Lord thou didst wythsaue:
Thou me releuest: my strength thou kepest,
thou pluckst me quyte from graue.

4

To God sing ye: ye saintes agree,
hys prayses eleuate:
And mynde ye still: hys holy will,
his graces celebrate.

5

Hys heauy wrath: short time it hath,
lyfe standth at hys good grace:
At nyght we weepe: yet after sleepe,
at morne we myrth embrace.

6

Whan well I was: in ioyfull case,
I sayd as then I thought:
That I no day: should fele decay,
and neuer moue to nought.

7

For thy good will: so strenghtd my hill,
O Lord most stedfastly:
But whan thy face: had tournd hys grace,
I than fell troublously.

8

In thys my payne: I was full fayne,
to cry to thee for might:
My God wyth cry: I dyd apply,
and prayd both day and nyght.

9

What gayne sayd I: hath lyfe thereby,
if death cut short my dayes:
Can dust declare: thy power in care?
in graue to tell thy prayse?

10

My God therfore: spare me the more,
O Lord I thee desire:
My simple sprite: despyse not quyte,
but helpe I thee requyre.

11

Thou tournst from mee: my wo and gree,
to myrth in cherefull voyce:
The mournyng weede: thou changest in deede
so fensd I dyd reioyce.

12

Wherfore euen still: all good men will,
thy glory sing and prayse:
O Lord of loue: my God aboue,
I thee wyll laude alwayes.

Psalme. XXXI.

The Argument.

Thus Dauid prayed from Saule so scapte: in letter thankth he so:
But Christ is ment: vvith all hys church: for sprite & bodies vvo

In te Domine.

1

In thee O Lord I put my trust: let me neuer be shamde:
Rid me in thy true righteousnes: which thou for me hast framde.

2

Bow downe thine eare make hast to me: deliuerd that I be:
Be thou my fort, my rocke so ferme: so stabled iust by thee.

3

Thou art my rocke & castell sure: my fortres large and wide:
For thy names sake lord lead me forth: be thou my light and guide.

4

My foote O Lord draw out of net: full priuy set for me:
Thou art my strength as I haue said: al hope doth rest in thee.

5

To thy good hands I yelde my sprite: O lord to thy great ruthe,
Thou hast redemd me certenly: O lord thou God of truthe.

6

I hate their superstition: who holde of vanitie,
where iust hath bene my confidence: O Lord alway in thee.

7

I will be glad and eke reioyce: for thyne humanitie:
For thou didst note my soules distresse: my state aduerse to see.

8

In cruell hand of deadly foes: thou hast not shut me vp:
But set my feete at large in roume: thou temperstd so my cup.

9

Haue mercy Lord vpon my wo: myne eyes therin consume:
My soule and eke my body sore: much payne they do resume.

10

My lyfe is wast in heauines: my yeares in mournynges wayle:
My strength is falne for myne offence: my bones beginne to quayle

11

A scorne I am among my foen: but most to neyghbourhed:
A feare I was to daily frende: seene out of dores they fled.

12

I am so cleane cast out of mynd: as dead man layd in graue:
I am become a vessel broke: which no man list to haue.

13

I saw so great conspiracy: of men in counsayle met:
My feare encreast whan they dyd rise: my soule to trap in net.

14

But yet my hope hath bene in thee: O Lord I thus dyd say,
Thou art my God my trusty God: thou wilt me kepe for aye.

15

My dayes be set in thy good handes: ryd me from all my foes:
Whose handes be set to persecute: to lade my soule wyth woes.

16

Thy gentle light of countinance: shew me thy seruaunt poore:
Saue me O Lord by mercy great: I trust therto the more.

17

And let me not confounded be: O Lord of thee I craue:
Confounded be all wicked men: in silence put to graue.

18

Let lyeng lips be stopt to speake: to whist downe lowe be thrust:
In cruell spite disdaynfully: they prate agaynst the iust.

19

How is thy grace so plentifull, prepard in store to bee:
For righteous men which thee do feare: as Adams broode may see.

20

To hide them safe euen iust by thee: from all prouokyng men:
Thine eies in house will kepe them sure: from tonges yt venim [illeg.]

21

O thankes be due to this the Lord: whose pity such I felt:
As I with forte were closed in: or I in citye dwelt.

22

Though whan I fled and felt excesse: I sayd thou me despisde:
Yet when I cryde thou heardst my voyce: in humble sute deuisde.

23

O Loue the Lord ye all his saintes: the Lord the iust preseruth,
The doer prowd he thorowly: rewardth as he deseruth.

24

Be strong in hart: most manfully,
For he your hartes shall strength:
All ye that wayte the Lord so good,
O trust ye hym at length.

Psalme. XXXII.

The Argument.

Here Dauid teachth to vnderstande,
what is cleare blessednes:
Euen pardon free at Gods good hande,
for all our sinnefulnes.

Beati quorum remisse.

1

O blest be they: whose trespaces,
all whole remitted lye:
Whose sinne is hid: in secrecies,
from which God turnth his eye.

2

O blessed man to whom in sight,
God doth impute no sinne:
Who hath no guile: in suttle sprite,
as hypocrite within.

3

For that my sinne: I hyd so blynde,
and would not it confesse:
My bones and strength for sorrow pynde,
all day I cryed in stresse.

4

For dayes and nyghtes: thy heauy hand,
my soule dyd presse so stout:
That all my powers: and moysture changd
as dryed by sommer drout.

Sela

5

I shewed to thee: my wyckednes,
not still my gilt I hid:
I sayd: I will my fault expresse,
then straight thou it didst ryd.

Sela

6

For this to thee: will euery saynt,
make sute in tyme of grace:
Though waters flow: in deepe constraynt,
they shall not hym deface.

7

My refuge thou: art couertly,
from trouble me to bryng:
Thus fenst by thee: glad sing shall I,
as men made free do sing.

Sela

8

I will geue thee: intelligence,
right thee to teach the way:
That thou mayst walke: wythout offence,
on thee myne eye shall stay.

9

But be not lyke the horse and mule,
who nought can vnderstand:
Whose mouthes wyth bittes except ye rule,
they wyll not come to hand.

10

The wycked man: wyth cares is fret,
wyth sorrowes fouly vext:
But who hys trust: in God hath set,
to hym all grace is next.

11

In thys the Lord: reioyce ye still,
ye righteous men be glad:
All ye that haue: ryght hartes and wyll,
ioy ye be not adrad.

Psalme. XXXII.

The Argument.

Here hily aduanst
Gods grace do ye see:
Who sinne doth remit,
All wholy so free.

Beati quorum.

1

O happy be they,
Whose sins be releast:

This psalm aforesaid in an other Metre.

Who hath theyr offence
Whole hyd by request.

2

And happy the man
Whom God doth aquite:
Whose sprite hath no guile
To doubt of hys might.

3

For holding my tong,
My bones fell away:
I gronde in my hart,
All whole by the day.

Sela.

4

By nyght and by day,
Thy hand was to stout:
My moysture was dryed
Lyke sommer the drout.

Sela.

5

My cryme I bewrayed
Euen iust in thy sight:
I hyd not my gylt,
But brought it to light.

I cast wyth my selfe,
My fault to reueale:
And straight thou releast,
It euery deale.

6

For this shall we see,
All saintes to desire:
In sute for to bee
When tyme doth require.

Though trouble aryse,
as flouds when they grow
Yet shall they no tyme,
The iust ouerflow.

7

My bower thou art,
To keepe me at ease:
Thou fencest me about,
With songes of release.

Sela

8

To teache thee I will,
And guide thee the way:
On thee will I looke,
So neuer to stray.

9

But be ye not lyke,
The horse and the mule:
For brutish they be
And hard to recule.

Wyth bridle and bit
Their mouthes do ye strain
Lest at you they wynce
And turne so agayne.

10

The bad shal haue plages
On euery side:
Who trust in the Lord,
Them grace doth abide.

11

Ye men of the ryght,
Be glad to reioyce:
Ye true men in hart,
Be ioyfull in voyce.

Psalme. XXXIII.

The Argument.

The iust alway in mynde bearth this,
Wyth hart to ioye in God of his,
To prayse his name that mighty is,
For he geueth helpe and heauenly blis:
But vayne all other remedies,
But payne all worldly policies,
Remember this.

Exultate iusti in.

1

Reioyce in God: the Lord he is,
Ye rightwise men and do not mis,
The iust be bound to thanke iwis.
Repete ye this

2

Prayse ye the Lord: wyth melodies,
Wyth harpe and lute wyth simphonies,
Syng Psalmes to hym in Psalteries.
Forget not this.

3

Syng Carols new wyth iubilie,
To God the Lord in maiestie,
Hys laudes, hys prayse, sing hartely.
Well vse ye this.

4

His worde is true most certeinly,
His workes be wrought most faythfully:
Holde thys in hart most constantly.
Abuse not this.

5

He iudgement loueth: and right entent,
The earth therwith is all besprent,
Such grace and loue he downe hath sent,
Well trust ye this.

6

The heauens were made: by thys the Lord,
The hostes of them: by hys true word,
Hys breth of mouth: theyr power afordth.
Distrust not thys.

7

The seas on heapes: he doth them place,
As bottell close: he them embraceth
The depes he coutcht in secret space.
Denounce ye this.

8

Let all the earth: the Lord ifeare,
What man this world and mould doth beare,
Serue hym in dread: wyth gentle eare.
Renounce not thys.

9

He spake the word: and done it was,
The earth firme stoode in stable case,
What he dyd byd: it came to passe,
Reuolue ye thys.

10

All Paynyms wayes God doth reiect,
Uayne peoples dryftes by hym be chect:
Proude Prynces craftes he doth detect.
Dissolue not thys.

11

Gods counsayles aye shall all abyde,
Hys thoughtes of hart shall neuer slyde:
From tyme to tyme on neyther syde.
Respect ye thys.

12

What folke hath God Iehoua Lord,
Elect as heyre by hys accord,
O blest they be by truthes record.
Suspect not thys.

13

The Lord from heauen beholdth vs all,
All kynde of men both free and thrall:
He seeth theyr reyse: he seeth theyr fall.
Aduise ye thys.

14

From his high seat: he castth hys eyes,
All men to vewe theyr tract to spye,
Where euer they in earth do lye.
Despise not thys.

15

The hartes of all he shope no dout,
He knowth theyr thoughts wythin wythout,
Theyr workes what they do go about.
Repute ye thys.

16

No kyng is saued by route of host,
No giaunt strong for all hys bost,
Of strength and power though haue they most
Dispute not thys.

17

Strong horse is thyng: but weake agayne,
That man by hym myght safe remayne,
Both horse and man are all but vayne.
Approue ye thys.

18

Behold the Lord: holdth eye full iust,
On fearefull men whych hym do trust,
Wyth grace them guide he safely must.
Disproue not thys.

19

Theyr soule from death to ryd them quite,
In tyme of dearth to feede them ryght
All paynfull stresse he makth full lyght.
Betrouth ye thys

20

Our soule hath taryed quietly,
For thys our God assuredly,
Our guide, our shield most trustely.
Forslouth not thys.

21

Our hartes in hym wyll styll reioyce,
For hys good name we trust the choyce,
And sing we will in ioyfull noyce.
Repete ye thys.

22

Extend O Lord thy gentlenesse,
As we in thee haue trustinesse,
Thou art the Lord of ryghteousnes.
Forget not thys.

Psalme. XXXIIII.

The Argument.

When Dauid fledde, to Achis king,
At death he was full neere:
And saued yet, this Psalme did sing,
With all his frendes in quiere.

Benedicā dominum.

1

I will geue thankes: to God alwayes,
Who raignes in power most hie:
Within my mouth: shall be hys prayse,
declarde continuallie.

2

Of thys good Lord: to bost the fame,
My soule shall neuer lynne:
The humble sort: shall heare the same,
And eke reioyce therein.

3

O laude and prayse: the liuyng Lord,
wyth me performe his prayse:
And let vs all: wyth free accorde,
extoll hys name alwayes.

4

I sought the Lord: and when I cryde,
he bowde hys louyng eare:
Yea, he me keepes, eche tyme and tyde,
and dyd me rid from feare.

5

Lo, thus to God: the poore doth call,
his cry he doth regarde:
And he from paynes and wofull thrall,
likewyse doth hym awarde.

6

They had an eye: full bent in hym,
and so they lightened were:
A shamefast face not one of them,
from that tyme forth dyd beare.

7

Gods aungels standes hym round about,
whose lyfe him fearth aryght:
No harme they take, by wycked route,
he them deliuereth quyte.

8

O tast and see: how gratious,
the Lord remayneth iust:
That man is blest: all prosperous,
that layes on hym hys trust.

9

O feare the Lord: ye sainctes of his,
therin your trauayle plant:
For they that feare: the Lord of blis,
shall nothyng euer want.

10

The Lyons neede: wyth hunger fret,
the ryche and proud in hart:
But he whose feare: in God is set,
of all good thynges haue part.

11

Ye children yong: approche ye neare,
geue eare vnto my worde:
I wyll you learne, the Lord to feare,
in godly hartes accorde.

12

What man he be: that list to liue,
and fayne would see good dayes:
Let hym no fraude: in tongue atchieue,
in lewde and frowarde wayes.

13

Reiect the euill: and take the good,
all wycked wayes eschue:
Seeke pleasaunt peace: wyth modest moode,
and do the same ensue.

14

Upon the iust: and godly men,
the Lorde hys eyes doth splay:
And boweth hys eares: as God to them,
as oft as they do pray.

15

Gods face is seene, most irefully,
to wycked men of hand:
To roote full out: theyr memory,
from all the earth to stand.

16

To God the Lord: the righteous call,
who heares theyr heauy case:
And he from cares: and troubles all,
deliuereth them by grace.

17

The Lord is nie, to hym by might,
that is contrite in hart:
And saueth the man: of humble sprite,
nor will from hym depart.

18

Great are the cares: of perfect men,
and great theyr troubles bee:
But yet the Lord: deliuereth them
from all aduersitie.

19

He keepth theyr bones: both safe and sound,
Unbroken them to saue:
The euil, euil happes: shall all confound,
no stay by God to haue.

20

The Lord will keepe: his seruauntes all,
theyr soules he wyll defend:
And none shall be in sorrow thrall,
who iust to hym doth bend.

Psalme. XXXIIII.

The Argument.

When Dauid fledde to Achis king,
At death the doore he was full neere,
And saued yet this Psalme dyd sing
Wyth all his frendes in godly quiere,
To God hys Lorde, to hym so dere,
In voyces clere, with hart and will.
Geue thankes I will.

For the Lute.

This psalm aforesaid in an other Metre.

Benedicā dominum.

Note the reuolutiōs of sixe diuers terminations.

1

Geue thankes I will: geue thankes I will,
For aye to God most gratious,
He is my forte, my rocke on hill
My Lord he is most bounteous,
My mouth shall prayse hym plenteous,
In hart and mynde most feruent still.
Geue thankes I will.

2

My soule may boast: of this my Lord,
He was my helpe so trustelie,
Let meeke men heare wyth one accorde:
Let wofull men ioye willingly,
That God hath done so louingly,
From whom all grace doth downe distill.
Geue thankes I will.

3

Prayse ye the Lorde wyth hart and voyce,
With me ye see hys gentlenes,
Together come, let vs reioyce,
To laude hys name in faythfulnes,
Lyke ayde to you he wyll expresse,
To keepe from you, all troublous ill.
Geue thankes I will.

4

I sought the Lord he sent me ease,
He hard my griefe and all my payne,
He pluckt me forth of all disease,
That deadly gript my hart the vayne,
He rid my feare, he turnd agayne,
For I hym sought with all my skill.
Geue thankes I will.

5

I fledde to hym, and sawe his light,
Who eye did cast to his good grace,
All lightened were with visage bright,
Confounded not were they in face,
No payne no spite could them disgrace,
God them defendes, none can them spill.
Geue thankes I will.

6

God hard my crye as sweete incense,
I poore man lo felt this in part,
He geueth all blisse, he quith offence,
He bade all wo from me depart,
Of troublous paine to quench the dart,
Right sone he did his worde fulfill.
Geue thankes I will.

7

Gods host stode by to strength my fight,
For angels power most glorious,
About the iust lie strong in myght,
To make hym goe victorious,
To scape theyr foes so quarilous,
Hys power in grace endureth still.
Geue thankes I wil.

8

O taste and see he none forsakth,
Gods goodnes smelleth most fragrantly,
To whom who wyll themselfe betake,
O blest they go ryght happelie,
Who trust in hym assuredlie,
To them all helpe shall downe distill.
Geue thankes I will.

9

O feare the Lord in childelie feare,
Ye saintes of hys in holines,
Serue hym in truth your hartes him beare
For who hym dredth in singlenes,
Can feele no want in baronnes,
No hurt no harme nor other ill.
Geue thankes I will.

10

The Lyons lacke in hunger fret,
The ryche I meane and gluttons vayne,
To seke theyr pray though they be set,
No foode wyth rest can they obtayne,
Who seekes the Lord shall misse no gayne,
Of all mens neede he hath the skill.
Geue thankes I wil.

11

I saylde full sure: the seas at length,
Ye children come and heare the case,
I wyll you teach Gods feare and strength,
By that I scapte so doubtfull place,
For God me kept in all my race.
From all theyr hate which would me spill.
Geue thankes I will.

12

Sweete lyfe is good, it makth men glad,
Who loueth it well wyth all hys hart,
He shall not neede to be adrad,
From dayes eterne who would not start,
Keepe ye hys tong from ouerthwart.
And all good wordes let hym fulfill.
Geue thankes I wyll.

13

Fast truthfull worde confoundth all blame,
Inure thy tong in truth to lose,
Truth may be shent yet feare no shame.
Forbeare all wordes opprobrious
All craft, all curse most odious,
For God of myght wyll strength thee still.
Geue thankes I will.

14

Flee euill, do good, and haue good rest,
Olde Adam kill thou formerlie,
So Adam newe wyll follow best,
Then seeke thou peace most busilie,
But it ensue most earnestly,
For peace from God doth full distill.
Geue thankes I wyll.

15

God seeth the iust in prouidence,
Hys eyes them marke in tendernes,
He them relieueth in indigens,
Hys eares he bendes in redines,
When they do pray in carefulnes,
He heares theyr voyce that worke none ill.
Geue thankes I wyll.

16

God hateth the proude and them beshenth,
With irefull face to daunt theyr brayne
Hys vysage grim on them is bent
Theyr gay renowne he wyll distayne
Whych aye to lyue they would so fayne.
Where they reiect all truth and skill.
Geue thankes I wyll.

17

The iust opprest to God they cryed,
He heard them soone in tyme and place
In stresse and neede he them espyed,
Wyth all defence he them dyd brace,
To make them safe he hyed hys pace
For ryghtfull men no spyte can spyll.
Geue thankes I wyll.

18

God loueth the meeke: theyr ghostes be sweete
To them soft sprites he doth impart
Wyth faythfull teares who here doth greete
He wyll them ease of all theyr smarte,
To scape their foes, theyr spytefull arte
Who would theyr wrecke on them fulfill.
Geue thankes I will.

19

The iust felt payne: they yet indurde,
In woes though wrapt all dolorous,
Great gayne to them is death assured,
God them so stayeth most meruelous,
They ioye in lyfe most troubelous,
The rage therof to quenche and still.
Geue thankes I wyll.

20

The iust be strong: they neuer quayle,
Theyr bones in strength kept totallie,
Theyr constant hartes can neuer fayle,
Theyr heyres be numbred seuerallie
No bone to breake can possiblie,
Such helpe from God doth most distill.
Geue thankes I wyll.

21

The euill, dyeth euyll to death full loth,
To late he spyeth hys wyckednes
He must feare death that hated troth,
He must for sweete feele bitternes,
He harmde the iust, he sinnd no lesse,
As euill he lyued, so dyeth he ill.
Geue thankes I wyll.

22

Thanke thou the Lord who keepes thee still,
All helpe from hym doth ay distill,
Poore soules he ridde, from bondage ill
Of wo and thrall none shall haue skill
Whych trust in hym nought shall them spill,
O then hys prayse looke ye fulfill.
Geue thankes I wyll.

Psalme. XXXV.

The Argument.

Christ prayth (in this) for recompence
his foes to reape (agayne) theyr part:
So man for wrong done hym agens,
doth yet no spite in (hatefull) hart.

Iudica Domine.

1

Plead thou O Lord my (ryghtfull) case
O iudge (thy selfe) my hurtfull foes:
Oppugne thou them in (open) face,
which me (all day) impugne to lose.

2

Lay hand (O Lord) vpon the sworde,
and eke (take so) the buckler to:
Stand vp (to helpe) in thy good worde,
to keepe from me my (wrathfull) fo.

3

Bryng (forth the) speare and stop the way,
of them (so fierce) which me would harme:
To my poore soule (good Lord) oh say,
I am thy health and (stable) arme.

4

Let them be (driuen and) put to shame,
that seeke (by craft) my soule to spill:
Put them (abacke) to shamefull name,
that me wyth griefe would (deadly) fill.

5

Make them (to bee) as dust we see,
before the wynde so (lightly) blowne:
(In hast) let Gods swift aungel nie,
them (dryue in) chase wyth power knowne.

6

Make way (to them) all slippery,
let it to them be (blynd and) darke:
Gods aungel (so mought) dryue them by,
to feele thy myght and (handy) warke.

7

For they close net (and snare) haue layd,
euen causeles me to (kil and) stroy:
Yea causles (sure euen) as I sayd
my soule in pit (and graue) to cloy.

8

Let (sodayne) wo take hym vnware,
hys (crafty) net hymselfe to trap:
Let mischiefe fall wyth (payne and) care
(ryght soone) into hys onely lap.

9

My soule (I say) I bid thee leape,
wyth ioye (all glad) in thys thy Lord:
It shall (no doubt) hys health so reape,
that ioy he shall (alway) recorde.

10

My bones (so broosde) shall say O Lord,
who may (in strength) to thee be lyke?
Which sauest the poore from (tyrantes) sworde
from (irefull) spoylyng hym to keepe.

11

False witnes soone (at me) dyd ryse,
in wyckednes most (hasty) whote:
Of me they spurde (of thynges) full nyse,
that I knew not (at all) God wot.

12

They dyd (vnkynd) reward me euill,
for good to them I (frendly) wrought:
To greue my soule (it was) theyr wyll,
to bryng my lyfe (and dayes) to nought.

13

But yet (I say) when they were sicke,
in sacke cloth then I (wept and) mournd,
My soule (wyth fast) I humbled meke,
my prayer to me (eftsoones) retournd.

14

I wept (and waylde) as dearest frende,
as (any) brother that they had:
As childe for mother (doth by) kynde,
in blacke (aray) I was all clad.

15

But they (agayne) in my great euill,
they floct (on heapes) and dyd reioyce:
Most abiectes (cam and) mockt me still,
(and I) not ware in spitefull noyce.

16

Wyth such lewd slaues (so vyle) to see,
to them were scorners (ioyntly) knit:
Theyr teeth they gnast (and grynd) on mee
as (peysant) mockers was be fit.

17

When wylt thou set (O Lord) thy sight,
on thys my payne I (dayly) beare?
(O Lord) ryd me from all theyr spite,
from Lyons whelpes (defend) my deare.

18

My thankes (therfore) I will extend,
when folke (in place) be met so most:
In companies (as due) to sende,
all prayse (to thee) in euery cost.

19

Let not my foes (in ire) at me,
reioyce in quarell (falsly) styll:
For (gyltles) they hate me to free,
wyth (wynkyng) eyes they mocke theyr fill.

20

For why no peace (in truth) they speake,
but all (do rage) agaynst the meke:
Good men on earth (they wyshe) to wreke,
for thys in craft (and guile) they seeke.

21

Theyr face (and mouth) they haue distort,
at me (they cry) wyth fie and fie:
Our eye hath seene (they say) a sport,
that we (wyth ryght) may hym defie.

22

O Lord (my God) this hast thou seene,
be not at this to (dumme and) still:
In thee (thou knowst) my trust hath beene,
depart not far (from me) in will.

23

Ryse vp and wake (in hast) I say,
to iudge my cause in (open) syght:
My Lord and God (thou canst) them fray
aduenge (thou soone) my quarell ryght.

24

Oh iudge (my cause) as thou art wont,
in (equall) iustice Lord of thyne:
O (Lord my) God least in this bront,
my foes reioyce (to much) in fyne.

25

Refrayne (in tonge) them thus to say,
there there, we see (for vs) inough:
Let them not say (O Lord) I pray,
we haue hym (surely) swalowd now.

26

Let them feele shame (and blame) at full,
which ioye (and laugh) at my distresse:
At me who brag (and boast) that wull,
let shame and spyte them (fully) presse.

27

Let them (euen so) in ioy be glad,
that wyshe (to see) my ryght redrest:
To God (for aye) let thankes be had,
who wylth (so kynd) hys seruants rest.

28

My tonge (then thus) shall lowd rebound,
thy prayse (O Lord) and iustice eke:
All day I will in (perfect) sound,
thy laude tell (iust euen) weeke by weeke.

Psalme. XXXVI.

The Argument.

Here wycked mens delite,
Is paynted, what it is:
But blyndenes deepe in (open) sight,
In vertue whole remisse.

Dixit iniustus.

1

In mydst of euill mans hart,
Hys sinne hath blynd hym so:
Gods feare (all whole) is set a part,
From both hys eyes ago.

2

For he himselfe doth glose,
In hys bewitched eyes:
Tyll God his sinne (so foule) disclose
Most worthy hate to ryse.

3

Hys wordes of mouth be nought,
And kepes much guile in store:
To cease he biddeth hys (hart and) thought,
To worke by vertues lore.

4

Shrewd turnes in irefull mood,
He most in bed doth muse:
He hold on wayes not (truely) good,
No euill deede he refuseth.

5

Thy mercy Lord in heauen,
Yet ouer all doth spread:
Thy faythfull truth is (daily) seene,
The cloudes to reache in bread.

6

Thy iustice Lord we see,
As mountaynes ferme to rest:
Thy iudgements (hye O) secret bee,
Thou shalt saue man and beast.

7

How worthy Lord most iust,
Excelth thy grace benigne?
As Adams flocke shall (firmely) trust,
In fence of thy good wynge.

8

Of thy fat houshold store,
As drunken shall they bee:
And drinke (at neede) them shalt thou poure,
Of pleasures welles most free.

9

For thou hast well of lyfe,
With thee all health aboundth:
And Lord in thy bryght lyght so ryfe,
Of vs shall lyght be found.

10

O draw thy mercy neare,
To them which loue thee then:
And let thy grace (O Lord appeare,
To rightfull harted men.

11

And let no foote of pryde,
Approche me hawtely:
Nor wicked hand (in hate) beside,
To moue me wretchedly.

12

These workers vayne of euill,
In theyr owne turne be cast:
Repulse they haue in (croked) will.
From footyng be they past.

Psalme. XXXVI.

The Argument.

This psalm aforesaid in an other Metre.

Here haue ye paynted beforne your eyes tweyne
The restles witte of the fell wycked wyght,
How he careth and carkth for his lytheir gayne,
How he flotth aloft in hye power and myght,
And setth God and his hallowes all in despyte,
Whose cursed steps the iust makth his orison,
In lyfe not to tread to hys confusion.

Dixit iniustus.

1

Musing vpon the variable busines,
That thys troubly world haunth by sea & lande
My hart geueth me that sinne and wyckednes,
Suggestth to the wycked that he may stand.
Wythout any feare safely of Gods hand,
For no feare of hym is in all hys sight,
Of Gods law he is bereaued the shyning lyght.

2

Me fel to mynd that he wonted thus to go,
To flatter aye hymselfe in his own sight,
For sinne the venom did enchaunt hym so,
That in it he hase his whole delyte,
And thynkth in hart that all is aright,
But God will spye out his sinne abominable,
Though to the world it hath visour commendable.

3

Busily in mynd I gan to reuolue,
His words vnrighteous and craftely layd,
All truth and Iustice of God to dissolue
But mere deceit in hipocrisye wayghed
And would not be controld of that he sayd,
To learne of any man he did disdayne,
How the very right way he mought attayne.

4

I noted eke so by night what he thought,
When Gods men vsen: to recount their trespas
But his head in his bed all mischiefe sought
Imagening all goodnes to deface,
To banyshe all truth and that to disgrace,
In no godly way set was his busy brayne,
For all wicked wayes he toke for hys gayne.

5

The wicked thus heaping his sinne on hye
Where by desert he might be forsake:
How meruelous O Lord is than thy mercy,
That from this world thy care thou dost not take,
Hye vp to heauen and clouds his course doth it make,
All men to feede both good and eke the bad,
Such faythfulnes euer thy promyse haue had.

6

Thy prouidence O God most meruelous,
To all men mortall is inscrutable,
More stable and hye then mountaynes hideous
More deepe then sea botomles, vnsearcheable
Be thy secret iudgements insuperable,
For not man only of thy power doth tast,
But brute beasts of thee also hath their repast.

7

Man might muse much O God this to expēd
But what earthly man could this matter tell,
How thou by thy hand doost all things defend,
In what bounty thy mercy doth excell,
How profound eke thou art in thy counsell,
Well Adams childern may well in thee trust,
Under thy good wings to be shadowed iust.

8

Who wil thy blessed word trust in faith sure,
They shalbe filled with all plenteousnes,
For thy store house is full of all pleasure
For thou geuest them to tast of thy sprits goodnes,
Whose swete welles they shall drynke by thy larges,
From whose bellyes shall lyuely water spring,
Others to refreshe to thy gloryfyeng.

9

For with the only be these welles of lyfe,
Of frayle men spring but podels of myre,
From whom sourdeth errour & croked strife,
In the only is that we can require,
Both lyght truth and lyfe to fill our desire,
For in thy lyght truely, lyght must we see,
Or els in all darkenes wrapt shall we dee.

10

Thy gentle goodnes O Lord impart,
To such as faythfully thy word do kepe,
Who know thee both wyse & merciful in hart,
That from day to day they may thy face seke,
For they to thee beare aright their hartes meke
Thy rightousnes they know & thy iudgements
Thy holy worde & eke thy commaundementes.

11

Since than the meke of hart be so at ease,
And proude be out of fauour all exilde:
Kepe me O Lord from pride their foule disease
For they haue both thee and thy worde reuylde
Let not my foote be in theyr steps begylde,
Kepe away from my soule their violence,
That they lay no hand vpon my pacience.

12

Thus depe musing with my selfe in a trance
Callyng to mynde the endes of good and bad:
Though they tweine here lead a life in distance
How the bad for hys myrth shall once be sad,
And the good for theyr woe shall once be glad,
How the nought shal be cast on the worse hand
then deemd I in fine, that truth shal sure stand.

Psalme. XXXVI.

The Argument.

This psalm of an other kynde of Metre.

Here playne do ye see: how the earthly man,
All sinne do commit in his hart that he can,
No loue can him moue: of the Lord for to see,
No feare can him stay: from hys errour to flee.

Dixit iniustus.

1

The wycked in hart: as I gesse is he bent,
All sinfull abuse: in hys lyfe to frequent:
Of God hath he not: any feare in hys eyes,
So wilfull he goes: in hys awkly deuyse.

2

For blyndly he vseth: for to flatter himselfe,
So pride hath hym puft: by his waltering wealth:
Untyll that his sinne: so behated of God,
Found out by his search: be dewrayed by his rod.

3

The wordes of hys mouth: be vnrightfully wayed,
In sleyghty deceyt: be they craftely layed:
Quyte ceased he hath: to behaue hym aryght,
Good deed for to do: hath he driuen from hys syght.

4

All mischiefe he dreames: to deuise in his bed,
From godly desertes: hath he turned hys hed:
No way that is good: hath he cleaued vnto,
No euill can he hate: but in it doth he go.

5

Thy mercy O Lord: to the heauen doth ascend,
Styll hym to abide: so to make hym amend:
Thy faythfulnes eke: to the cloudes doth amount,
Though graceles he be: not hys lyfe to recount.

6

Thy righteousnes standeth: like the mountayns on hye
Most stable it is: how so vaynly he lye:
Thy Iustice in domes: to the deepes be they lyke,
Frayle man with the beast: with thy helth for to seeke.

100

7

How wondrous O God: is thy pityfull hart,
Thus man to relieue: in hys lyfe ouerthwart:
More suerly trust: may the chyldren of men,
Thy wynges shall them keepe: as her birdes doth ye hen

8

Full fed shall they be: by thy plenteous store,
Thy grace is so large: to thy prayse euermore:
Sweete drinke shall they haue: by thy deinty repast,
As floudes do we see: fro the sprynges to be cast.

9

For truly with thee: is the fountayne of lyfe,
All vertue in whom: may we spye to be rife:
No doubt in thy light: shall we light euer see,
And blynd shall we be: if we vary fro thee.

10

Continue to them: O thy fatherly grace,
Who knowe thy renome: who thy bounty embrace:
To them (do we craue): so thy iustice impart,
Who serue thee aright: in a purified hart.

11

One bone for my selfe: do I hartely pray,
No foote of the proud: that against me he laye:
And let not the hand: of the wickedly wight,
Confound me by sleight: so to vanguyshe my might.

12

Euen there are they fallen: in their crafty deuise,
These workers of euyll: be they neuer so nyse,
And cast be they downe: by thy powerfull hand,
Not able to ryse: neuer able to stand.

101

Psalme. XXXVII.

The Argument.

Here taught we be
That we deny
our selfe (in hart) to hang of God,
How good shall well
And euill shall euill
at last (in state) haue their abode

Noli emulari.

1

Ensue thou not: men obstinate,
Ne fret (in hart) ne stryue wyth them:
Enuy thou nat: theyr wycked state,
A tyme (but short) to row the streme.

2

For soone as hay: they shall away,
as (witherd) grasse cut downe I say:
So swiftly fade: as herbe the blade,
how greene (and fresh) so euer it lay.

3

Trust thou the Lord: hold fast hys worde,
be doyng still good (righteous) deede:
Dwell thou in land: hold still thy hand,
in truth (and rest) thy fayth to feede.

4

Thus thy delyte: shall God be ryght,
to hym than set thyne (eare and) hart:
What mynde can craue: or wyshe to haue,
God wyll it iust (ryght soone) impart.

5

Commit thy way: thy state and stay,
to Gods (most strong) all louyng grace:
Trust hym in fayth: for what he sayth,
he bringth it well to (redy) passe.

102

6

He will expresse: thy ryghteousnes,
at length (of tyme) as sunne so bryght:
And will endue: thy iudgement true,
wyth lyght as noone (doth shyne) in sight.

7

Be still in God: abyde hys rod,
let hym (alway) do what he wyll:
Fret not I reede: though wycked speede,
who sueth (so fast) all counsayles euill.

8

Recede from ire: no tyme conspire,
wyth them (to go) thy heate refrayne:
Els shall thy will: be moued still,
to counterfet theyr (wycked) brayne.

9

Maligners all: shall haue a fall,
They shall be (all deepe) rooted out:
Where who abyde: the Lord theyr guide,
shall vse (at wyll) the lande no dout.

10

Wythin a whyle: all wycked wyle,
shall passe (away) and melt to nought:
Hys place wheras: late greene he was,
shall not be found though (Nylo) sought.

11

But yet the meeke: shall as they lyke,
enherite sure: the (stable) earth:
God wyll theyr stresse: In heauen refreshe,
wyth store (and choyce) of peaceful myrth.

12

Th'ungodly seeke: agaynst the meeke,
his counsayles mad to (weaue and) warpe:
He gnasht hys teeth: yf nought he seeth,
in lyfe of them (in shame) to carpe.

103

13

The Lord shall let: hys wrath and threat,
and laugh at hym (full dry) in scorne:
For he doth see: hys day to bee,
at hand to wayle (full sore) forlorne.

14

Theyr sword drawne out: bow bent so stout,
the wycked (sort all) redy hath:
To bryng the poore: to death hys dore,
to kill the iust in (hatefull) wrath.

15

Theyr sword so fierce: theyr hartes shal pierce
themselfe agayne (so iust) to quyte:
Theyr bow so bent: shall be but rent,
and voyde shall be theyr (irefull) myght.

16

A little store: got iust before,
to ryghteous man is (alway) more:
Than is the food: and all the good,
of (suttle) man that crafth therfore.

17

The armes and sleyghtes: wyth all the baytes
of wycked man shall (shortly) quayle:
Yet wyll the Lord: the iust aforde,
theyr holde (and trust) shall neuer fayle.

18

God knowth the dayes: and loueth the wayes
of godly men (theyr lyues) to ayde:
From tycle chaunce: theyr heritaunce,
shall last (in tyme) for euer stayde.

19

In perilous dayes: of dreadfull frayes,
they shall not stand (in feare) amasde:
In tyme of dearth: of barren earth,
theyr (store and) plenty shall be blasde.

104

20

But wycked men: shall peryshe then,
gods foes though (they be) hye aloft,
Yet lyke the sunne: shall they consume,
as (meltyng) fat of lambes so soft.

21

The wycked man: he borow can,
but wyll not pay (hys det) agayne:
The ryghteous man: to lend he can,
and feelth therin no (bitter) payne.

22

Gods blessed men: deepe rooted then,
shall raygne (at will) and haue their fyll:
Gods cursed men: vp rooted then,
shall sterue (for lacke) and want theyr wyll.

23

The Lord is guyde: at good mans syde,
hys kynde of lyfe (he so) alowth:
Hys steps and gate: hys lyfe hys state,
God guideth (full sure) and it auowth.

24

If chaunce he slippe: by humayne tryp,
yet (fully) flat he falth not down:
Gods hand hym stayth: and vnder layth,
to keepe hym (iust both) safe and sound.

25

I yong haue bene: now olde am sene,
the iust (as yet) I neuer knew:
Once destitute: or yet hys fruite,
to seke theyr bread (in nede) vndue.

26

The iust man wull: be mercifull,
still lendth (hys good) he hourdth not than:
And yet hys seede: in grace shall speede,
both blest (and praysd) of God and man.

105

27

Flee thou all euill: wyth hart and wyll,
do good that God (of thee) requyrth:
Than trust thou sure: long tyme t'endure,
to haue (all thyng) what hart desierth.

28

For God loueth ryght: and wyll not quyte,
geue vp hys sayntes (for aye) to wayle:
Hys deare elect: be euer kept,
where wycked seede shall (fowly) quayle.

29

The ryghteous man: most stable than,
the earth (at rest) inherite shall:
Therin to dwell: most safely well,
for euer (sure and) not to fall.

30

The ryghteous mouth: is traynd in south,
in wisdom (godly) all inured:
Hys tonge wyll talke: all wysdomes walke,
in sentence ryght (alway) assured.

31

For why Gods law: is all hys awe,
and shet in hart: (it is full fast:
Hys lyfe and gate: as stable state,
shall neuer slyde (once made) agast.

32

The wycked prye: they toote to spye,
the walke (and trade) of ryghteous man:
They search and seeke: some cause to pyke,
to kill hym (quyte and) if they can.

33

But God hys strength: wyll not at length,
leaue them in theyr foule (suttle) handes:
To be condemnd: by foes so fremde,
at sentence (nye so) when he standes.

106

34

Trust thou the Lord: keepe fast hys worde,
for he wyll thee on hye promoote:
To holde the land: where wycked band,
at eye (ryght downe) shall fall in foote.

35

For I euen I: haue spyed wyth eye,
the wycked (wyght O) far a loft:
So strong to see: as Ceder tree,
so grene (and freshe) as bay full oft.

36

Tho went I by: hys seate to spy,
but lo (full soone) it was agone:
I sought hys place: to see hys grace,
fye (stable) place then had he none.

37

Thys is the summe: soone good become,
in cliffe (alway) be innocent:
Hold truth full fast: for truth at last,
bringth (ioyfull) peace with gods assent.

38

But wretched men: who wicked ren.
by heapes shall fall in (shamefull) feare:
Their fortune falth: their pleasure palth,
their ende (of dayes) is woofull chere.

39

Where helth and welth: from God himselfe.
to righteous men so (fastly) growth:
He is theyr shield: theyr strength in field,
when trouble (chance or) ouerflowth.

40

God them shall fence: and ryd them thence,
where (proudly) rule all wycked men:
He wyll them saue: for why they haue,
theyr trust (and hope) in hym agayne.

107

Psalme. XXXVIII.

The Argument.

Meeke Dauid prayde: and ceased nat,
In wo dismayde: nye dead in that,
Yet so arayde: he faltred nat,
In God he stayde: he altered nat,
No further strayde: he varied nat,
But thus he sayde: he taried nat.

Domine ne in furore.

1

O Lord to sore: correct me not,
In angers store: oh checkt me not,
For sinne the sore: abiect me not,
O Lord abiect me not.

2

Thy irefull dartes: be asperous,
They pricke my hart: most dolorous,
Thy hand so smart: is burdenous.
Reiect me not.

3

There is no helth: in all my flesh,
Thy wrath my wealth: doth so represse,
My bones themselfe: for sinne want peace.
Abuse me not.

108

4

My sinnes my heede: haue ouerflown,
As heauy lead: they be so grown,
Theyr fearefull dread: haue down me thrown
Refuse me not.

5

My woundes do ren: and sore they stinke,
Alasse the dynne: them when I thinke,
My folish sinne: I do forethinke.
Despise me not.

6

In far great wo: lowe am I brought,
My trespace so: my payn hath wrought,
Al day I go in mournyng thought.
Repryse me not.

7

My loynes are fyld: with sore disease,
My fleshe is spyld: and haue none ease:
Al parts be styld none haue release.
Suppresse me not

8

Full weake I lye: deiect in stresse,
I roard on hye: In carefulnes,
My hart ye spye: remedylesse.
Oppresse me not.

9

O Lord thou spiest: what would I fayne,
And thou aduisest: my gronyng payne,
Yet me denyest: to helpe agayne.
Represse me not

10

My hart doth pant: ah wofull wight,
My strength is scant: and all my might,
Myne eyes do want: their sence and light.
Bewound me not.

109

11

My louyng frendes: from me they flee,
Wyth careles myndes: my griefes they see,
My kinne them wyndes: full far fro me.
Confound me not.

12

My foes which sought: my lyfe to spill,
Close snares they wrought: to catch me euil,
They talkt of nought: to trap me still.
Beshame me not.

13

I yet kept me: as deafe I were,
As dumme to see: in tong and eare,
Theyr scornes at eye: I dyd them beare.
Defame me not.

14

As one I say: wythout an eare,
My mouth all day: I dyd not stere:
No checkes I lay: to all thys geare.
Deface me not.

15

For Lord in thee: I had my trust,
My God most free: thou art so iust,
And thou for mee: still aunswer must.
Disgrace me not.

16

As thee my guide: I prayd in voyce,
That they to wyde: should not reioyce,
To see me slide: to fall in choyce.
Abase me not.

17

For sinnefull det: such plages to beare,
In dolour great: it made me feare,
My hart is fret: to feele them neare.
Detrude me not.

110

18

I wyll confesse: my wyckednes,
My sinnes excesse: in heauines,
O Lord my stresse: the more redresse.
Exclude me not.

19

My foes be strong: they lyue at ease,
They hate me wrong: they do not cease,
By heapes in throng: on me they prease.
Detect me not.

20

Who dyd requyte: my good wyth euill,
They dyd me spyte: they would me spill,
For that the ryght I did fulfill.
Deiect me not.

21

Thou seest my state: forsake me not,
To theyr great hate: betake me not,
Lord God to late: awake thou not.
Forsake me not.

22

My Lord of wealth: oh tary not,
From thee thy selfe: oh vary not,
That I in health: miscary not,
My Lord my God: O tary not.
Oh tary not.

111

Psalme. XXXIX.

The Argument.

[illeg.]usto[illeg.]

Whan Dauid sawe the world so bad: Gods men for truth to scorne,
To God in hart complaynt he had: his tonge in silence borne.

1

I full decreed my wayes to wayte: least I in tong myght erre,
To stop my mouth with mosell strayt: nye me while sinners were.

2

By silence long, euen dom I was: from truth I helde my peace:
It fret me sore good thinges to passe: my griefes so dyd not cease.

3

My hart within was set on heate: thus musing fire it tooke:
My tong brake out, some thyng to treate: then silence I forsooke.

4

Tell me myne ende O Lord I sayd: what number haue my dayes:
That I may know how long dismayd: I here shall lyue in frayes.

5

My dayes lo thou at fyngers hast: a span in brede they bee,
My life to thee as nought is cast: lyues man whole vanitie.

6

In shadow darke mans walke is set: in broyle he toyleth in vayne:
He heapth and heapth and knowth not yet: who reape shall all hys payne

7

Now thē O Lord what loke I for? while men thus earth do wrote
My hope no dout thou art in store: thou art my health and bote.

8

To scape thy rod deliuer me: from myne offences quite:
And make me not a scorne to be: to men of folishe spite.

9

Lord dom I layd in patience: not once my mouth to ope:
For this thou dydst by prouidence: to proue my fayth and hope.

10

Remoue thy scourge from me to flye: by sinne I know deserued,
Thy hand so smart hath spent me nye: be I yet (Lord) preserued.

11

For when for sinne thou scourgest man: by plages down sent fro the
As cloth by mothe, hys soule doth wan: all men then britle be.

12

Heare Lord my sute, and harke my cry: not deafely heare my teares
For Pilgrim strange with thee I lye: as were my fathers yeares.

13

O spare me then, that I my strength: recouer may therfore:
Before I go from hence at length: and after seene no more.

112

Psalme. XXXIX.

The Argument.

King Dauid prayed as dumme to go,
before his cruell fo,
To scape from his wo: of sinne to be quyte,
And sayth that man is vanitie right
Euen mere vayne vanitie light
Uayne vanitie light.

This psalm aforesaid in an other Metre.

1

I haue decreed: to wayte my wayes,
lest tong should faute by strayes:
My mouth will I kepe: with bridle to tye,
While that I know my foe to be bye.
While he in vanitie lygheth,
In vanitie lygheth.

2

I held my tong, I nothyng sayd,
In silence domme I layde,
So lothe to reply: although to my payne,
Great griefe I felt: good worde to restrayne,
In world such vanitie raignth,
Such vanitie raignth.

3

But musing thus: I was in heat,
My hart did sore me freat:
For fire the payne: prouoked me much,
At last I spake: wyth murmuryng grutch,
I saw the vanitie such,
The vanitie such.

113

4

Lord let me know: myne ende of dayes,
the number how it layes:
So truely to touche, the certeintie yet,
How long shall nature respite her det,
To wayle my vanitie great,
My vanitie great.

5

As span thou metst: the dayes of myne,
And nought they be to thyne:
In breuitie set, all wrapped in feare,
God hap so far: great magre so neare,
Man is but vanitie here,
But vanitie here.

6

In shadow darke: man toylth wyth payne,
and vexth himselfe in vayne:
So gather he deare: goods carefully kept,
He knowth not yet, by whome to be rept,
So deepe in vanitie slept,
In vanitie stept.

7

And now O Lord what is my hope,
where men thus blyndly grope:
Thou truly my scope: art onely to see,
For man we know but shadow to bee,
Whole set in vanitie he,
In vanitie he.

8

O ryd me Lord that am so thrall,
from myne offences all:
That neuer I fall: as mocke and a scorne,
Of wycked men: wyth teeth to be torne,
Who be in vanitie borne.
In vanitie borne.

114

9

And domme I went in all my payne,
In mouth I dyd not playne:
I mynded agayne thy doyng among,
Thou wylt the iust to suffer a wrong,
Of man in vanitie strong,
In vanitie strong.

10

This plage for sinne yet take away,
O Lord to thee I pray:
For wasted I lay: thy hand is so fell,
Thy terrours great: my conscience swell.
I feele my vanitie well,
My vanitie well.

11

When thy rebukes: mans sinne correcth,
Hys strength is soone deiect:
Hys beauty so checkt: thou bringst it a sleepe,
As mothe in clothe: when slily they creepe,
Eche man is vanitie deepe,
Is vanitie deepe.

12

Expende my cry: bowe downe thyne eare,
O Lord my prayer heare:
My teares be thou neare: for straunger I am,
And ghest wyth thee: my fathers the same,
And they by vanitie lame,
By vanitie lame.

13

O spare a tyme: and cease my payne,
my strength to wynne agayne:
Before to refrayne: eare death doth me spy,
Consumde by thee: wyth irefull eye,
Lest I in vanitie dye,
In vanitie dye.

115

Psalme. XL.

The Argument.

As Dauid prayed: so Christ may ye see,
Himselfe to geue: full ready to bee,
To God wyth thankes: most hartely free,
And so they spied: theyr foes for to flee.
They mist not to see.

Expectans expectaui.

1

By silent watch: I wayted in sprite,
The Lord of heauen: and stayd on his myght,
At last he bowde: to shewe me hys sight,
And heard my cry: that I dyd endight.
Hys eare was so ryght.

2

He brought me forth: of horrible pit,
In lome and clay: depe myerd in it:
On stable rocke: he made me to sit,
He lodes man was: and guyded my feete.
In iourney so fit.

3

A song full new: he put in my mouth,
To sing to God: hys laud for hys sooth:
For he kynde thanke: most gently alowth,
Of iust men eke: theyr hartes he auowth.
So frendly he bowth.

4

Myne acte shal cause: full many to see,
How God is good: most bountie and free,
In feare to hym: in hart to agree,
In hym to trust: all errour to flee.
God lauded to bee.

5

Who trustth in God: is blessed in hart,
Though wo hym vexth: how euer it smart:
From God hys Lord: yet will not astart,
To proude men such: as fables impart.
Wyth lyes ouerwhart.

116

6

My God and Lord: thy wonders be hye,
None can thy thoughts: by reason espye:
Thou bearst to vs: though I dyd apply,
I could not tell: the number at eye.
Them halfe to descrye.

7

No sacrifice: do worke the delyght,
Meate offerings none: do please thee aryght:
But eares vnshit: thou shopst vs by might,
Whole offeryngs brent: so sinne for to quyte.
Thou longst not the sight.

8

Then sayd I strayt: most duely to thys,
Lo here I come: not slowly remisse:
In volume booke: there written it is,
Of me in chiefe: wythout any mis.
Thy name for to blisse.

9

Thy wyll to do: all whole am I bent,
My God most hye: wyth gentle assent:
To thy swete law: my hart doth relent,
Wherby I trust: no tyme to repent.
My choyce to lament.

10

Thy iustice great: my selfe shall I strayne,
To thy great church: to tell it agayne:
No tyme my lippes: from it will I frayne,
And that thou knowest: most certainly playne
Thy loue to retayne.

11

Thy ryghteousnes: I hid not in hart,
Thy truth and health: I glad dyd impart:
I kept not close: how louely thou wart,
Thy fayth to folke: I spred it in part.
So trusty thou art.

117

12

To me alway: thy mercy reserue,
That I may thee: most faythfully serue:
Let thy sweete grace: me daily preserue,
Thy healthfull truth: that I may deserue.
So neuer to swerue.

13

I am beset: wyth troublous woes,
My sinnes so fell: do threat me to lose,
As heares of head: in number they rose,
My hart is faynt: it selfe to repose.
So faintly it goes.

14

O Lord assent: to sende me thyne ayde,
To ryd my foes that make me afrayde:
Make hast to helpe: before I be layde,
I dye if helpe: to me be denayde.
As wholy decayde.

15

Who seeke in hate: my soule for to kill,
Let shame them take: so cursed in will:
Confound them all: which seeke me to spill,
Let them fall backe: that wishe me so euill.
That I may be still.

16

Wo worth them all: which me do defye,
And shame for mede, that they myght aspye:
Agaynst me who: so daily replye,
And in my payne: say fye to the fye.
Where health myght they cry.

17

Let these in thee: be ioyfully glad,
Which seeke thy name: which be not adrad,
To loue thy health: no tyme be they sad,
That (God be praysde) by them may be sayd.
For mercy so had.

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18

Though poore I go: and needy I bee,
The Lord so good: yet careth for mee:
Thou art myne ayde: my suertie free,
To tract thy tyme: Lord neuer agree.
From me for to flee.

Psalme. XLI.

The Argument.

Ye see how Christ makth here hys mone,
Agaynst the Iewes to speake:
So may the iust when he do grone,
Gods cause not hys bewreake.

Beatus qui intelligit.

1

That man is blest: that counth in hart,
the poore (afflict) and nedies payne:
For he in day: of bitter smart,
hym God (hys Lord) wyll ease agayne.

2

God wyll hym kepe: and saue hys lyfe,
and blesse (wyth wealth) in earth hys state:
And ryd hys soule: from harme and stryfe,
of all hys foes: in (deadly) hate.

3

The Lord will ease: whan he on bed,
al wrapt (in payne) lyth sicke full oft:
And comfort send his paynfull hed,
thou tournst (O Lord) his couch full soft.

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4

In payne I tournd: and sayd to thee,
Haue mercy Lord (right sone) on me:
Heale thou my soule: and make it free,
For I (full oft) haue sinned to thee.

5

Mine enmyes thus: sayd wrathfully,
their (angry) harts: so sweld in spite:
Why doth he lyue: when shall he dye?
his name (and fame) to perishe quyte.

6

And if they came: to visite me,
they glosde (in craft) as they were vayne:
Theyr hartes to guile: do full agree,
and out (from thence) spake lyes agayne.

7

My foes in one: close rounded they,
agaynst me whole: they (ioyntly) met:
Euen me wyth lyes: they did I say,
vnworthely (wyth guile) beset.

8

They sayd he wrought: some euyll deuise,
that God him thus (so sore) doth strike:
To life no more: God let him rise,
that now (in bed) he lyeth so sicke.

9

Yea euen my frendes: familiar,
at me (in scorne) they lyft theyr heeles:
Euen they that farde: as I dyd fare,
yet me (to trap) they markt at meales.

10

To mercy yet: Lord condescende,
to me so poore: (in hart) I call:
Rayse me agayne: that I may mende,
I shall (therfore) rewarde them all.

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11

By this I know: thy loue to me,
for that (O Lord) myne enmies all:
From triumphes yet: full far to be,
to see (at eye) my house to fall.

12

For thou respectes: myne innocence,
wherin thou didst: me (strongly) kepe:
So shall thy grace: well strength me hence,
(I trust) euen nye: thy face so meke.

13

O blessed be: of Israell,
thys (mighty) God: and Lorde agayne:
So be it aye: of men so well,
wyth twise (at ende) Amen, Amen.