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Psalme. XXX.
The Argument.
Thankes here be mentTo God so sent
for iust deliueraunce:
And here ye spie
All suertie
in Gods good gouernaunce.
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Lord thee all whole: I will extoll,for thou hast lift me hye:
Thou wouldst not make: my foes to crake,
agaynst me ioyfully.
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O Lord of myght: my God of ryght,to thee I cryed in griefe:
Thou gauest an eare: to heare me neare,
thou sentst me healthes reliefe.
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Thou broughtst ful wel: my soule from hell,O Lord thou didst wythsaue:
Thou me releuest: my strength thou kepest,
thou pluckst me quyte from graue.
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To God sing ye: ye saintes agree,hys prayses eleuate:
And mynde ye still: hys holy will,
his graces celebrate.
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Hys heauy wrath: short time it hath,lyfe standth at hys good grace:
At nyght we weepe: yet after sleepe,
at morne we myrth embrace.
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Whan well I was: in ioyfull case,I sayd as then I thought:
That I no day: should fele decay,
and neuer moue to nought.
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For thy good will: so strenghtd my hill,O Lord most stedfastly:
But whan thy face: had tournd hys grace,
I than fell troublously.
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In thys my payne: I was full fayne,to cry to thee for might:
My God wyth cry: I dyd apply,
and prayd both day and nyght.
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What gayne sayd I: hath lyfe thereby,if death cut short my dayes:
Can dust declare: thy power in care?
in graue to tell thy prayse?
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My God therfore: spare me the more,O Lord I thee desire:
My simple sprite: despyse not quyte,
but helpe I thee requyre.
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Thou tournst from mee: my wo and gree,to myrth in cherefull voyce:
The mournyng weede: thou changest in deede
so fensd I dyd reioyce.
12
Wherfore euen still: all good men will,thy glory sing and prayse:
O Lord of loue: my God aboue,
I thee wyll laude alwayes.
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