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Psalme. XIX.
The Argument.
This Psalme delitethGods worke to cyte
who is to sunne comparde
His law it treateth
And so it speaketh
of his Apostles garde,
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The heauens do tell: how God excelthin glory, power, and might:
The firmament: so excellent,
his handy worke endight.
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For day to day: succeedyng aye,doth playne hys power declare:
As night to nyght: ensuyng ryght,
setteth out hys louyng care.
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No speche, or tong: to them doth long,theyr voyce distinct not hard:
To magnifie: theyr Lord so hie,
by languages regard.
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But yet theyr sound: as wordes rebound,on all the earth it strayes:
To further cost: all vttermost,
their noyse theyr maker prayse.
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In them he set: the sunne so net,lyke bridegrome which proceedth:
His chamber out: as Giaunt stout,
reioyceth hys course to speede.
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His course goeth out: euen round about,the heauen and backe retreath:
From East to West: it hath no rest,
all thyng doth feele hys heate.
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Gods law is iust: a law to trust,as spotlesse turnyng hartes:
His wytnes pure: record is sure,
to babe it wyt impartes.
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The Lordes behest: is all the best,to ioy the hart in ryght:
His biddinges be: so pure to see,
blynd syght they turne to lyght.
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The Lord his feare: is cleane and cleare,which euer shall endure:
His iudgementes bee: the truth most free,
and be themselues full sure.
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They be to vs: more gracious,then gold or precious stone:
To man more meete: then hony sweete,
they passe the hony combe.
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Yea more then this: thy seruant is,to keepe them alway prest:
And sure shall he: rewarded be,
wyth ioy whych is behest.
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Synnes which be wrought: in deed & thought,wythout thys law who knowth?
Fro faultes that lye: oh secretly,
thy clensing hand bestow.
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From sinnes of pryde: thy seruant hyde,that me they do not guide:
That vndefilde: and lesse beguilde,
the great sinne myght I slyde.
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My wordes thus said: my thoughts depe laidGod graunt they please thy sight:
O Lord my power: my rocke and bower,
and my redemer quite.
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