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 | The Whole Booke of Psalmes, collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold I. Hopkins & others: conferred with the Ebrue, with apt Notes to synge the[m] withal |  |
Conserua me domine.
psalm. xvi.
T.S.
Dauid prayeth to God for succor, not for hys workes, but for hys faithes sake, protestyng that he hateth all Idolatry, takyng God only for hys comforte and felicytie: who suffereth hys to lacke nothing.
Lorde
kepe me for I trust in thee,
and doo confesse in dede:
Thou art my God, and of my good,
O Lorde, thou hast no nede.
I geue my goodnes to the sainctes,
that in the worlde doo dwell:
And namely to the faithfull flocke,
in vertue that excell.
and doo confesse in dede:
Thou art my God, and of my good,
O Lorde, thou hast no nede.
I geue my goodnes to the sainctes,
that in the worlde doo dwell:
And namely to the faithfull flocke,
in vertue that excell.
They shall heape sorowes on their heds
which runne as they were mad:
To offer to the Idols gods,
alas it is to bad.
As for theyr bloudy sacrifyce,
and offringes of that sort:
I will not touch, nor yet therof,
my lippes shall make report.
which runne as they were mad:
To offer to the Idols gods,
alas it is to bad.
As for theyr bloudy sacrifyce,
and offringes of that sort:
I will not touch, nor yet therof,
my lippes shall make report.
For why? the Lorde the portion is,
of mine inheritaunce:
And thou art he that doest mainteyne,
my rent my lot, my chaunce,
The place wherin my lot did fall,
in beauty did excell:
Mine heritage assigned to me,
doth please me wondrous well.
of mine inheritaunce:
And thou art he that doest mainteyne,
my rent my lot, my chaunce,
The place wherin my lot did fall,
in beauty did excell:
Mine heritage assigned to me,
doth please me wondrous well.
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I thanke the Lorde that caused me,
to vnderstand the right:
For by his meanes my secreat thoughtes,
do teache me euery nyght.
I set the Lorde still in my sight,
and trust in him ouer all:
For he doth stande on my ryght hand,
therfore I shall not fall.
to vnderstand the right:
For by his meanes my secreat thoughtes,
do teache me euery nyght.
I set the Lorde still in my sight,
and trust in him ouer all:
For he doth stande on my ryght hand,
therfore I shall not fall.
Wherfore my hart and tong also,
doeth bothe reioyse together:
My fleshe and body rest in hope,
when I this thyng consider.
Thou wilt not leaue my soule in graue,
for Lorde, thou louest me,
Nor yet will geue thyne holy one,
corruption for to see.
doeth bothe reioyse together:
My fleshe and body rest in hope,
when I this thyng consider.
Thou wilt not leaue my soule in graue,
for Lorde, thou louest me,
Nor yet will geue thyne holy one,
corruption for to see.
| The Whole Booke of Psalmes, collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold I. Hopkins & others: conferred with the Ebrue, with apt Notes to synge the[m] withal | |