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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

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Psalme. VIII.

The Argument.

Here thankes ensue
To God most due
for his great giftes to men
How Christ deiect
Of cruell sect
and how he raignth agayne

Domine Dominus noster.


1

O Lord our guide: thy name how wide
in all the world excels?
Thy glory great: thou hie hast set,
aboue the heauenly cels.

2

Babes mouthes so yong: euen sucklings tong
thy laude thou madest them tell:
Thy foes to blanke: their threates to danke,
to still thaduenger fell.

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3

Thy heauens whan I: consider hie,
thy mighty worke of hand:
The Moone by night: of Starres the light,
in order how they stand.

4

What thing is man: Lord thinke I than,
that thou so him regardst?
What is mans childe? so pore so milde?
that thou so hym rewardst?

5

Thou didst abate: his porte and state,
more lowe then aungels bee:
Thou didst him crowne: in great renowne,
aduanst in dignitie.

6

Thou madest him sitte: as Lord most fitte,
of all thy workes of hand:
And vnder cast: all thing thou hast,
as his footestoole to stand.

5

Both sheepe and cowe: the oxe to plowe,
thou madest for man his loue:
The beast in fielde: both tame and wylde,
that man might all improue.

6

All foules in skie: how hye they flie,
yet stoupe for man his neede:
All fishe in sea: how deepe they be,
they ryse mans sonne to feede.

7

O Lord of power: our gouernour,
how much excelth thy name?
This world so wide: therin what bydeth,
doth sprede thy worthy fame?