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Psalme. XLVIII.

The Argument.

Gods Citie here
Is praysed clere
a type of Christ hys spouse,
It teachth agayne
All Christen men
of prayse to pay theyr vowes.

Magnus Dominus.


1

Great is the Lord: wyth hye accorde,
so praysed ought to bee:
In citie great: where God is set,
hys holy hill to see.

2

For Syon hyll: is fayer still,
of all the world the blisse:
This hyll so wyde: holdth North on syde,
Gods citie hye it is.

3

Our God euen thus: most glorious,
is knowne in palace great:
As refuge sure: all men to cure,
that place is hys so neat.

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4

For lo the kynges: theyr gatherynges,
in earth made her to spoyle:
Though thus they met: wyth fury whet,
yet her they could not foyle.

5

Her walles and holdes, they dyd behold,
and merueld all agast:
Theyr hartes were danke: theyr brags were blanke,
eftsones they downe were cast.

6

Such feares and panges, theyr harts so wrang
in tyme of theyr assaute:
As women knowes: theyr bearyng throwes,
wyth feares lyke were they fraught.

7

So dyd they quayle: as Tharsis sayle,
felt wreckt by wyndes of East:
For Paynyms all: be worthy fall,
Gods heritage to wrest.

8

As we dyd heare: so saw we neare,
Gods citye hye and strong:
Thys God of oures: the God of powers,
wyll strength her aye from wrong.

Sela.


9

As we conceyud: so we receyud,
O Lord thy mercy great:
For we dyd wayte: thy helpe most great,
in myds of temple set.

10

As (EL) thy name: is strong in fame,
So is thy prayse well sene:
The world full out, and so no dout,
thy workes full ryghteous bene.

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11

Let Syon mount: her ioy recount,
let Iudas townes be glad:
For thys thy dome: to pull a downe,
these Paynyms frantike mad.

12

Walke ye about: the wals so stout,
of Syons gostly house:
And tell her towers: her fortes and bowers,
her prayse that ye may rouse.

13

And marke ye well: how strong she dwelth,
in bulwarkes how she lie.
That ye may tell: it euery deale,
to your posteritie.

14

This God euen hee: our God we see,
for aye and euer strong:
He shall vs guyde: tyll death so wyde,
of hym shall be our song.