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Nonne deo subiecta.
Psalm. lxii.
I.H.
Dauid declareth by hys example, and by the nature of God, that he must truste in God alone: and thereunto exhorteth people, seyng that all is vanytie and withoute God all goeth to nought and we are allwayes taught that God only is of power to saue, and that he rewardeth man, according to hys workes.
My
soule to God, shall geue good hede
and him alone entende:
For why? my health & hope to spede,
doth whole on him depende.
For he alone is my defence,
my rocke, my health, my ayde:
He is my stay that no pretence,
shall make me much dismaide.
and him alone entende:
For why? my health & hope to spede,
doth whole on him depende.
For he alone is my defence,
my rocke, my health, my ayde:
He is my stay that no pretence,
shall make me much dismaide.
O wicked folke how long will ye,
vse crafts? sure ye must fall:
For as a rotten hedge ye be,
and like a tottering wall.
Whom God doth loue ye seke alwayes,
to put hym to the worse:
Ye loue to lye, with mouth ye prayse.
and yet your hart doth curse.
vse crafts? sure ye must fall:
For as a rotten hedge ye be,
and like a tottering wall.
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to put hym to the worse:
Ye loue to lye, with mouth ye prayse.
and yet your hart doth curse.
Yet still my soule doth whole depend,
on God my chief desire:
From all false feates, me to defend,
none but him I require.
He is my rocke, my strength, my towre,
my health is of his grace:
He doth support me that no powre,
can moue me out of place.
on God my chief desire:
From all false feates, me to defend,
none but him I require.
He is my rocke, my strength, my towre,
my health is of his grace:
He doth support me that no powre,
can moue me out of place.
God is my glory and my health,
my soules desire and lust,
My fort, my strength, my stay, my wealth.
God is mine onely trust.
Oh haue your hope in him alway,
ye folke with one accorde:
Poure out your harts to hym, and saye,
our trust is in the Lorde.
my soules desire and lust,
My fort, my strength, my stay, my wealth.
God is mine onely trust.
Oh haue your hope in him alway,
ye folke with one accorde:
Poure out your harts to hym, and saye,
our trust is in the Lorde.
The sonnes of men deceitptfull are,
on balaunce but a sleyght:
With thinges most vayne doo them cōpare
for they can kepe no weyght.
Trust not in wrong, robbry, or stealth,
let vayne delytes be gon:
Though goods wel got flow in with welth
set not your hartes theron.
on balaunce but a sleyght:
With thinges most vayne doo them cōpare
for they can kepe no weyght.
Trust not in wrong, robbry, or stealth,
let vayne delytes be gon:
Though goods wel got flow in with welth
set not your hartes theron.
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