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The .xxiij. Psalme.

The Lord is my sheperde, and I shall neuer stand in nede:
For in pasture exceadinge good, he leadeth me to fede.
He causeth me to laye me doune in pasture full of grasse:
And dryueth me to caulme waters, that be so cleare as glasse.
He calleth my soule backe agayn, and causeth me to make:
My iourney in the waye of ryght, for his holy names sake.
Thoughe I shoulde go through the valey of the shadowe of death:
I wilbe withoute feare of yll, all the dayes of my breath.
For thou arte aye present with me, thou doest me not forsake:


Thy rodde and staffe do comforte me, and do me merye make.
Ouer agaynst my foes thou wylt spreade a table for me:
Annoynte myne heade wyth oyle, and fyl my cuppe with greate plentie:
But let thy mercyfull goodnes folowe me all my lyfe:
And then shall I dwel in thyne house wythoute debate or stryfe.