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The .xciij. Psalme.

The Lord is kynge and hath put on magificence princely:
The Lorde I saye hath put on strength, and made himselfe redie.
Yea the rounde compasse of the earth is made so firme and sure:


That it shall not threathen to fall, but shall stand and endure.
Thy throne (O Lorde) and princely seate, was appoynted before:
From the begymynge, and thy selfe haste bene for euermore.
The freshe waters lyfte vp theyr noyse, they lyfte it vp on hye:
Theyr surges & theyr waues they do, lyfte vp towarde the skye.
Yea more then the wylde waters and the greate stormes of the sea:
Such is the great powre of the Lorde, that in heauen hath the swea.
For that thou (Lord) haste spoken of thyne house fayre and holy:
The same shall remayne firme & true, tyme out of memorie.