Goostly psalmes and spirituall songes drawen out of the holy Scripture, for the co[m]forte and consolacyon of soch as loue to reioyce in God and his worde [by Miles Coverdale] |
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[In God I trust, for so I must]
In God I trust, for so I must,
he hath made heauen and earth also,
my father is he, his chylde am I
my conforte he is / I haue no mo.
In all my nede he maketh me spede
his power is with me alwaye
to helpe me euery daye.
There is no euell can haue his wyll
agaynst my health nor yet my wealth
but it muste come to my furtheraunce.
he is my kynge / ye ruleth all thynge
ye deuell can make no hynderaunce.
he hath made heauen and earth also,
my father is he, his chylde am I
[ix]
In all my nede he maketh me spede
his power is with me alwaye
to helpe me euery daye.
There is no euell can haue his wyll
agaynst my health nor yet my wealth
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he is my kynge / ye ruleth all thynge
ye deuell can make no hynderaunce.
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So do I trust on Iesu Christ
His sonne conceaued of the holy goost
Borne of Marye a virgin fre
For all my synnes to paye the cost
For deed was he and buried truely
The gates of hell hath he broken
And heauen hath he made open
He rose truely, the thyrde daye fre
He went vp ryght, to the father of myght
And shall apeare at domes daye
For iudge shall he, all the worlde truely
And dryue myne enemyes all a waye.
His sonne conceaued of the holy goost
Borne of Marye a virgin fre
For all my synnes to paye the cost
For deed was he and buried truely
The gates of hell hath he broken
And heauen hath he made open
He rose truely, the thyrde daye fre
He went vp ryght, to the father of myght
And shall apeare at domes daye
For iudge shall he, all the worlde truely
And dryue myne enemyes all a waye.
I also truste, on the holy goost
Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite
My conforth best in all euell rest
In all my nede my chefest remedie
A church holy, I beleue truely
which is but one generall
For synne can it neuer fall
A company of sayntes they be
Of synfulnesse true forgyuenesse
Is from amonge them neuer
Oure fleshe verely shall ryse in glory
So shall we lyue with God for euer.
Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite
My conforth best in all euell rest
In all my nede my chefest remedie
A church holy, I beleue truely
which is but one generall
For synne can it neuer fall
A company of sayntes they be
Of synfulnesse true forgyuenesse
Is from amonge them neuer
Oure fleshe verely shall ryse in glory
So shall we lyue with God for euer.
Amen.
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