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Lauda anima mea.
Psalm. cxlvi.
I.H.
Dauid shewing the great desire he had to prayse God, teacheth that none should put theyr trust in men, but in God alone: who is almightye and deliuereth thafflicted nourisheth the poore, setteth prisoners at lybertie, comforteth the fatherles, widowes, and the straungers, and raygneth kinge for euer.
My
soule prayse thou the Lord alwayes,
My God I will confes:
Whyle death and lyfe prolong my dayes,
my tonge no tyme shall cease.
Trust not in worldly princes then,
though they abound in wealth:
Nor in the sonnes of mortall men,
in whom there is no health.
My God I will confes:
Whyle death and lyfe prolong my dayes,
my tonge no tyme shall cease.
Trust not in worldly princes then,
though they abound in wealth:
Nor in the sonnes of mortall men,
in whom there is no health.
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For why theyr breath doth sone depart
to earth anone they fall:
And then the counsels of their hart,
decay and pearysh all.
O happy is that man, I say,
whom Iacobs God doth ayde:
And he whose houe doth not decay,
but on the lorde is stayd.
to earth anone they fall:
And then the counsels of their hart,
decay and pearysh all.
O happy is that man, I say,
whom Iacobs God doth ayde:
And he whose houe doth not decay,
but on the lorde is stayd.
Whiche made the earth & waters depe,
the heauens hie with all:
Which doth his word and promise kepe
In truth and euer shall.
With right alwayes doth he procede,
for suche as suffer wrong:
The poore and hungry he doth fede,
and lose the fetters strong.
the heauens hie with all:
Which doth his word and promise kepe
In truth and euer shall.
With right alwayes doth he procede,
for suche as suffer wrong:
The poore and hungry he doth fede,
and lose the fetters strong.
The lord doth send the blind their sight,
the lame to limmes restore:
The lorde, I saye, doth loue the ryght,
and iust man euermore:
He doth defend the fatherles,
the strangers sad in hart.
And quite the wydow from distres,
and ill mens wayes subuert,
the lame to limmes restore:
The lorde, I saye, doth loue the ryght,
and iust man euermore:
He doth defend the fatherles,
the strangers sad in hart.
And quite the wydow from distres,
and ill mens wayes subuert,
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