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[It is oure duety bound]
Laudate pueri domi.
psalm. cxii.
It is oure duety bound,
as in this psalme is found.
To prayse the lyuyng lord,
and in that lorde of myghte.
To set oure hole delyght
and in his holy word.
as in this psalme is found.
To prayse the lyuyng lord,
and in that lorde of myghte.
To set oure hole delyght
and in his holy word.
O prayse
you now the lord,
and that withe one accorde,
ye seruauntes do the same,
and se that euermore,
ye serue hym wel therfore,
for blessed is his name.
The Lordes name to prayse,
we are worthy alwayes,
Euen from the rysinge tyme,
of the sunne fayre and brighte,
Untyll it be in syghte,
that downe she doeth incline.
The Lorde is hye of myghte,
ther is no maner of wyght,
That can wyth hym compare,
hys glorye certaynely,
Aboue the heauens hye,
remayneth in lyke manere.
Who is lyke vnto hym,
that wyl presume to clym,
The whych so hye doeth dwell,
the Lorde that is so meke,
Whych doeth behold to kepe,
both heauen and earth full well.
Whych doeth the symple take,
oute of the myry lake,
And lyfteth them vp agayne,
he taketh out of the dust,
All that in hym doeth truste,
And ryddeth them of theyr payne.
So that he maye hym sette,
among the princes great,
By hys great power and myght,
the princes all amonge,
That ruleth all the thronge,
of people daye and nyght.
The whyche doeth make also,
the woman full of wo,
That baren longe hathe bene,
A mother full of blys,
And kepeth an house ywys,
her chyldren maye be sene.
and that withe one accorde,
ye seruauntes do the same,
and se that euermore,
ye serue hym wel therfore,
for blessed is his name.
we are worthy alwayes,
Euen from the rysinge tyme,
of the sunne fayre and brighte,
Untyll it be in syghte,
that downe she doeth incline.
The Lorde is hye of myghte,
ther is no maner of wyght,
That can wyth hym compare,
hys glorye certaynely,
Aboue the heauens hye,
remayneth in lyke manere.
Who is lyke vnto hym,
that wyl presume to clym,
The whych so hye doeth dwell,
the Lorde that is so meke,
Whych doeth behold to kepe,
both heauen and earth full well.
Whych doeth the symple take,
oute of the myry lake,
And lyfteth them vp agayne,
he taketh out of the dust,
All that in hym doeth truste,
And ryddeth them of theyr payne.
among the princes great,
By hys great power and myght,
the princes all amonge,
That ruleth all the thronge,
of people daye and nyght.
The whyche doeth make also,
the woman full of wo,
That baren longe hathe bene,
A mother full of blys,
And kepeth an house ywys,
her chyldren maye be sene.
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