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Dominus regit me.
Psalm. xxiii.
T.S.
Because the prophet had proued the great mercies of God at diuers times, and in sundry manners: he gathereth a certayne assuraunce, fully perswadyng hym selfe that God wil continue the very same goodnes towardes him for euer.
My
shepehard is the liuing Lorde,
Nothing therfore I nead:
In pastors fayre, with waters calme
he set me for to fead.
He did conuert and glad my soule,
and brought my minde in frame:
To walke in pathes of rightuousnes,
for his most holy name.
Nothing therfore I nead:
In pastors fayre, with waters calme
he set me for to fead.
He did conuert and glad my soule,
and brought my minde in frame:
To walke in pathes of rightuousnes,
for his most holy name.
Yea though I walke in vale of death,
yet will I feare non ill:
Thy rod, thy staffe, doeth comfort me,
and thou art with my styll.
And in the presence of my foes,
my table thou shalt spread:
Thou shalt (O Lord) fill full my cup,
and eke annoynt my head.
yet will I feare non ill:
Thy rod, thy staffe, doeth comfort me,
and thou art with my styll.
And in the presence of my foes,
my table thou shalt spread:
Thou shalt (O Lord) fill full my cup,
and eke annoynt my head.
| 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 | |