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The .xlviij. Psalme.

The Lorde is greate and much praysed, and magnified styll:
Wythin the citie of our God, and in hys holy hyll.
The mount Sion on whose north syde the greate kynges towne standeth:
Is a goodly cōtrey & is the ioye of the whole earth.
God is knowne and acknowledged in hys owne palaices:
To be a castell of defence, to such men as are his.
For lo, kynges came togither and so passed by alonge:
And were amased at the syght, and dryuen forth headlonge.
This feare and sorowe taketh them euen as vehemently
As the throwes of a woman that should trauayle by and by.
And as the easterne wynde that doteh blowe wyth greate stormes of hayle:
Is wont to breake the shippes that do vpon the salte sea sayle.
As we haue hearde so haue we sene, in the Lorde of hostes towne:
In oure goddes citie whyche he hath made sure for fallynge downe.


O God let vs conceyue in mynd, thy goodnes and mercie:
In the myddle of thy temple and thy saynctuarie.
Lyke as thy name, so doeth thy prayse (O God) go through the lande:
And aboundaunce of iustice is in thy powre and right hande.
Let the mount of Sion be glad, let Iudes daughters reioyce:
For thy iudgmentes, when they shal heare, thyne holy worde and voyce.
Se that ye go aboute Sion, compasse it about rounde:
Number all the lettle turrettes, that in hir walles be founde.
Marcke hir forefence diligently, and hir palaices hye:
That you maye make reporte of it to youre posteritie.
For this is God, and our God is for euer & for aye:
He shall direct and gouerne vs euen to oure dyeinge daye.