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Psalme. CXLIIII.
The Argument.
That God in warre: wyth Dauyd stoode: here thankes he dyd applyAnd prayth to scape: all heathen spyte: hys reygne to prosper hye.
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The Lord be blest: most worthy prayse: who is my God & might,Who teachth my hands: hys warres to rule: my fyngers eke to fighte.
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My louely grace: my hold, my fort: my raunsommer is he:protector sure: in whome I trust: who boweth my flocke to me.
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O Lord benigne: what thing is man: that thus thou him respectst?the sonne of man: so weake so vayne: that thus thou him erectst?
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For man is made: like vanity: a thing of nought most frayle:his dayes passe fast: as shadow fleeth: as water bobles fayle.
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O Lord bow downe: the heauens & come: be nye & helpe our payneO touch these mounts: these heathen Dukes: that they may smoke agayne
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Thy lightnings spout: and scater them: like men amasde and strautThyne arrowes sharpe: shoote out at them: disturbe their brags so haut
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But send thy hand: from hye aboue: and me deliuer free:from waters deepe: from childer straunge: theyr power make me to flee
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Whose mouth doth speake: all vanity: and bost all conquests wydewhose right hand will: but them deceyue: so sweld in lies and pride
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O God I will: thus saued by grace: sing newly songs to thee:In psaltry sweete of strings full ten: my psalmes shall tuned be.
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For thou geust health: and victory: to kings by stable woorde:me (Dauid) lo thou hast discharged: to scape theyr cruel sword
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O saue me Lord: deliuer me: from forreine childers spite,Whose mouth full vayne: doth boast and prate: whose right hand: false is dighte.
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But graunt that al: our childer grow: as playnts frō youth vprightour doughters yonge: so polished: as pallace pillers bright.
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That full may flow: our garners wide: with kinds of vitaile swetethat all our sheepe: bring thousands forth: yea millions in streete.
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And that well fed: our Oxen goe: to labour stronge to see:that battries none, no leadings thrall: in streetes no waylings be.
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Oh happy is: that people sure: who hath these thinges at will:Yea blessed is: that people best: whose God the Lord is still.
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