Vt quid deus.
Psalme. lxxiiii.
I.H.
The faythfull complayne of the destruction of the church and true relygyon,
vnder the name of Sion and the aultars destroyed: And trustyng
in the myght and free mercyes of God, by hys couenaunt they
require help and succor for the glory of Gods holy name, the saluatyon
of his pore afflicted seruaunts & the cōfusion of his proud enemies
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Sing this as the .lxxii. ps.
[The first parte.]
Why
art thou Lorde so longe from vs,
in all this daunger depe?
Why doth thine anger kindle thus,
at thyne owne pasture shepe?
Lorde call the people to thy thought,
which haue ben thine so long:
The which thou hast redemd & brought,
from bondage sore and strong.
Haue minde and thinke vpon,
remember it full well:
Thy pleasant place thy mount Sion,
where thou wast wont to dwell.
Lift vp thy fote and come in hast,
and all thy foes deface:
Whiche now at pleasure rob and wast
within thy holy place.
Amid thy congregations all,
thine enemies roare (O God:
They set as signes on euery wall,
theyr banners splayde abrod.
As men with axes hew the trees,
that on the hils do grow:
So shine the bils and swords of these,
within thy temples now.
The selings sawde, the carued bordes,
the godly grauen stones:
With axces, hammers, billes & swordes
they beate them downe at ones.
Thy places they consume with flame,
and eke in all this toile:
The house appointed to thy name,
they race downe to the soyle.
And thus they sayde within theyr hart,
dispatche them out of hand:
Then burnt they vp in euery part,
Gods houses through the land
Yet thou no signe of helpe dost sende,
our Prophets all are gone:
To tell when this our plage shuld ende
among vs there is none.
Whē wilt thou lord once end this shame
and cease thyne enemies strong:
Shall they alway blaspheme thy name
and rayle on thee so long?
Why dost with draw thy hand a backe?
and hide it in thy lappe:
O pluck it out and be not slack,
to geue thy foes a rappe.
The second part.
O God thou art my kyng and Lorde,
and euermore hast ben:
Yea thy good grace throughout the world
for our good helpe hathe seen.
The seas that are so depe and dead,
thy might did make them drye:
And then didst breake the serpents head,
that he therin did dye.
Yea thou didst breake the heads so great
of whales that are so fell:
And gauest them to the folkes to eate,
that in the desertes dwell.
Thou madest a spring with streames to rise
from rock both hard and hye:
And eke thy hand hath made lyke wyse,
depe riuers to be drye.
Bothe day and eke the night are thyne,
by thee they were begonne,
Thou settest to serue vs with theyr shine,
the light and eke the sunne,
Thou doest appoint the endes and costs
of all the earth about:
Both sommer heates, and winter frosts,
thy hand hath founde them out.
Thinke on (O Lorde) no time forget.
thy foes that thee defame:
And how the folish folke are set,
to rayle vpon thy name.
O let no cruell beast deuoure,
thy Turtle that is true:
Forget not alwayes in thy powre,
the poore that much doo rue.
Regarde thy couenaunt and beholde,
thy foes posses, the lande:
All sad and darke, forworne and old,
our realme as now doth stand.
Let not the simple go away,
with disapointed shame:
But let the poore and nedye aye.
geue prayse vnto thy name.
Ryse Lord, let be by thee mainteined,
the cause that is thyne owne:
Remember how that thou, blasphemde,
art by the folysh one.
The voyce forget not of thy foes,
for they presumyng hie:
Is more and more encreast of those,
that hate thee spitefully.
