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Psalme. CXLIX.
The Argument.
Thys Psalme the Iewes doth moue,Theyr God to laude wyth loue:
It sheweth that grace on them shall lyght,
So glad their foes to quyte.
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O syng vnto the Lord,A song of new accord:
And let his prayse: declared bee,
In good mens company.
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Let Israell be glad,in God hys maker drad:
Let Syons youth: and childer ioy,
In their most princely roy.
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Let them prayse out in quiere,Hys name to them so dere:
In Tabret loud: in harpe so soft,
Sing they to hym ful oft.
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For why the Lord reioyce,And loueth hys flocke in choyce:
The meke forlorne: he will adourne,
wyth health to serue theyr turne.
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So godly men made free,in ioy and prayse shal bee:
They shall reioyce: vpon their beds,
That God did rayse their heds.
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Their throtes shall prayses sound,to God by duety bound:
Two edged swordes: in both theyr handes,
to smite all forren landes.
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To be auenged right,of all the Paynyms spite:
To be a rod: to chastise smart,
straunge peoples froward hart.
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To bynde their kinges wyth chaynes,to quite their wrongfull meanes
Theyr nobles eke: to kepe in warde,
wyth iron fetters hard.
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To bryng on them in speede,theyr iudgement iust decreed:
Which shall his saintes: to honour rayse,
prayse ye the Lord alwayes.
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