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Psalme. CXLVII.
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Psalme. CXLVII.
The Argument.
Thys psalme exciteth the Iewes: to prayse the Lord most chiefe:So good to them: who priuatly: did worke them all reliefe.
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Prayse ye the Lord alway: for good it is to sing,To this our God: for sweete he is: whom laudes we ought to bring
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God buildeth Hierusalem: he doth her sure protect:The poore exiles: of Israell: he shall agayne collect.
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He heald the brusde in hart: who wayle in sprite contrite,Theyr plages and sores: he bindeth them vp. he cureth thē al ful light.
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No dout God them beholdeth: who starres by number tels:By proper name: he calth them all: he knowth theyr rests and cels.
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The Lord of ours is greate: and great he is in power:His knowledge is: all infynite: his name as strong as tower.
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The Lord vpholdeth thafflict: So gentle is his will:He throweth to ground: all wicked men: So mightye is his skill.
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O sing to God our Lord: prayse ye his raygne abroade:Confesse his power: hys will his skyll: In harpe sing ye to God:
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Who clothe the heauen with cloudes: and raygne to earth preparesHe bringes forth gras: on hills to growe: to serue mans dayly cares.
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Who geueth to beast theyr foode: to all both great and small:The rauene her birds: he feedth in care: whan they forsaken call.
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In barbed horse of strength: his pleasure standth not in:In legs of men: in force of armes: it pleaseth not him to wynne.
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They please who feare the Lord: by such he fyght with strength:who trust all whole his gentlenesse: these only please at length:
Lauda Hierusalem.
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O Thou Ierusalem: prayse hye the Lord of thyne:Thou Sion mount: auaunce thy God: in hart therto encline
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For he makth fast the barres: of all thy gates full prest:He blissth euen so: thy childer al: in midst of thee to rest.
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And he doth stablish peace: In all thy borders sure:He feedth the full: deliciously: with wheate the flower most pure.
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Who sendth his word on earth: and swiftly doth it renne:Both rayne and wynd: his biddings heare: to serue the nede of men.
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And snow he geueth like woll: the earth so warme to be:The hory frosts: the mislyng dewes: as ashes scattreth he.
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He castth abroade his yse: like morsels so congelde:and his great cold: who can abyde: that he so hard hath seald.
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He sendth his worde & will: he melt them all agayne:He blowth the winde: then they anone: to waters flow most playne.
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Yea he reuealeth his word: to Iacobs seede and stocke:His statutes true: his iust decrees: to Israel his flocke.
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He delt no time as thus: with other landes I say:He shewed not them: his domes so playne: O prayse the Lord alwaye
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