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Psal. xvi.
Thou strong & michtie godd preserue me ay
for in thy onlie handis submitt I me
ô thou my soule to iehoua thus dois say
thou art my lorde my goode uinnes not to thee
but to the holie doth attaine
& uoorthie that on earth remaine
quhom in my quhole delyte remaining be.
for in thy onlie handis submitt I me
ô thou my soule to iehoua thus dois say
thou art my lorde my goode uinnes not to thee
but to the holie doth attaine
& uoorthie that on earth remaine
quhom in my quhole delyte remaining be.
thay multiplie thaire greatest dolouris fell
that ueddis ane other strainger godd at all
uith thaire bloode ofringis uill I nauayes mell
nor name thaime uith my lippis I neuer shall
for of my cupp & liuing to
iehoua is my portion lo
thou dois maintaine the lotte that did me fall.
that ueddis ane other strainger godd at all
uith thaire bloode ofringis uill I nauayes mell
nor name thaime uith my lippis I neuer shall
for of my cupp & liuing to
iehoua is my portion lo
thou dois maintaine the lotte that did me fall.
my boundis befell me in â pleasande place
yea handsum is for me my duelling faire
I blesse uill iehoua quho of his grace
euen in the nicht to counsaile me doth caire
my secreat thochtis instructis me still
thairfore I looke directlie uill
to iehoua & fixe my countenance thaire.
yea handsum is for me my duelling faire
I blesse uill iehoua quho of his grace
euen in the nicht to counsaile me doth caire
my secreat thochtis instructis me still
thairfore I looke directlie uill
to iehoua & fixe my countenance thaire.
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for that at my richt hande he still doth stay
no maner of mislukke my staite shall haue
thairfor my soule reioisis euerie uay
& als most ioifull is my glorie braue
yea euen my uerrie fleshe doth duell
into a suretie for the sell
since leaue my lyfe thou uill not in the graue.
no maner of mislukke my staite shall haue
thairfor my soule reioisis euerie uay
& als most ioifull is my glorie braue
yea euen my uerrie fleshe doth duell
into a suretie for the sell
since leaue my lyfe thou uill not in the graue.
thou uill not suffer him quhome thou uell doth loue
& quhome thou fauouris once in anie cace
corruption euer for to see or proue
thou sett me uill in paithe to lyfe & grace
yea euen before thy face in short
the fouth of ioyes in many â sorte
for aye at thy richt hande â pleasande place.
& quhome thou fauouris once in anie cace
corruption euer for to see or proue
thou sett me uill in paithe to lyfe & grace
yea euen before thy face in short
the fouth of ioyes in many â sorte
for aye at thy richt hande â pleasande place.
finis.
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