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The .xlvij. Psalme.

Ye people all, clappe wyth your handes, declare your herte therby:
Syng vnto God wyth merie voyce reioyce most hertily.


For the Lorde is moste hygh I saye, & eke to be feared:
A ryght greate kynge he is by whome al the earth is ruled.
He subdueth whole contreys of people vs to obeye:
So doeth he ryght greate nations vnder our fete I saye.
He hath chosen and pyked out for vs oure heritage:
The worthynes of Iacob whome he loued in yonge age.
God ascendeth wyth freshe syngynge, and wyth greate melodie:
Wyth the blasse and sowne of trumpettes, the Lorde goeth vpon hye.
Synge vnto God, synge vnto hym, synge ye vnto our kynge:
Synge to our God and kyng I saye, alwaye wythout ceaseynge.
For God is kynge of all the earth, and ruleth in the same:
Synge vnto him, synge conynglye vnto his holy name.
God reygneth ouer nations and the Heathen alone:
God sytteth on hys pryncely seate and in hys holy throne.
To the people of Habrams God, great rulars are ioyned:


Because he doeth excell them that haue the earth defended.