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Psalme. XXXIIII.
The Argument.
When Dauid fledde, to Achis king,At death he was full neere:
And saued yet, this Psalme did sing,
With all his frendes in quiere.
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I will geue thankes: to God alwayes,Who raignes in power most hie:
Within my mouth: shall be hys prayse,
declarde continuallie.
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Of thys good Lord: to bost the fame,My soule shall neuer lynne:
The humble sort: shall heare the same,
And eke reioyce therein.
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O laude and prayse: the liuyng Lord,wyth me performe his prayse:
And let vs all: wyth free accorde,
extoll hys name alwayes.
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I sought the Lord: and when I cryde,he bowde hys louyng eare:
Yea, he me keepes, eche tyme and tyde,
and dyd me rid from feare.
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Lo, thus to God: the poore doth call,his cry he doth regarde:
And he from paynes and wofull thrall,
likewyse doth hym awarde.
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They had an eye: full bent in hym,and so they lightened were:
A shamefast face not one of them,
from that tyme forth dyd beare.
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Gods aungels standes hym round about,whose lyfe him fearth aryght:
No harme they take, by wycked route,
he them deliuereth quyte.
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O tast and see: how gratious,the Lord remayneth iust:
That man is blest: all prosperous,
that layes on hym hys trust.
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O feare the Lord: ye sainctes of his,therin your trauayle plant:
For they that feare: the Lord of blis,
shall nothyng euer want.
10
The Lyons neede: wyth hunger fret,the ryche and proud in hart:
But he whose feare: in God is set,
of all good thynges haue part.
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Ye children yong: approche ye neare,geue eare vnto my worde:
I wyll you learne, the Lord to feare,
in godly hartes accorde.
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What man he be: that list to liue,and fayne would see good dayes:
Let hym no fraude: in tongue atchieue,
in lewde and frowarde wayes.
13
Reiect the euill: and take the good,all wycked wayes eschue:
Seeke pleasaunt peace: wyth modest moode,
and do the same ensue.
14
Upon the iust: and godly men,the Lorde hys eyes doth splay:
And boweth hys eares: as God to them,
as oft as they do pray.
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Gods face is seene, most irefully,to wycked men of hand:
To roote full out: theyr memory,
from all the earth to stand.
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16
To God the Lord: the righteous call,who heares theyr heauy case:
And he from cares: and troubles all,
deliuereth them by grace.
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The Lord is nie, to hym by might,that is contrite in hart:
And saueth the man: of humble sprite,
nor will from hym depart.
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Great are the cares: of perfect men,and great theyr troubles bee:
But yet the Lord: deliuereth them
from all aduersitie.
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He keepth theyr bones: both safe and sound,Unbroken them to saue:
The euil, euil happes: shall all confound,
no stay by God to haue.
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The Lord will keepe: his seruauntes all,theyr soules he wyll defend:
And none shall be in sorrow thrall,
who iust to hym doth bend.
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