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The .xlv. Psalme of Dauid. |
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The .xlv. Psalme of Dauid.
Deus noster refugium.
Oure God is a defence and towre
a good armoure and good weapē
he hath ben euer oure helpe and sucoure
in all the troubles ye we haue ben in
therfore wyl we neuer drede
for any wōderous dede
by water or by lōde
in hilles or ye see sōde
our god hath thē al ī his hōd
a good armoure and good weapē
he hath ben euer oure helpe and sucoure
in all the troubles ye we haue ben in
therfore wyl we neuer drede
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by water or by lōde
in hilles or ye see sōde
our god hath thē al ī his hōd
Though we be alwaye greatly vexed
with many a great tentacyon
Yet thanked be god we are refreshed
His swete worde conforteth oure mansion
It is gods holy place
he dwelleth here by grace
Amonge vs is he
Both nyght and daye truly
He helpeth vs all and that swyftly.
with many a great tentacyon
Yet thanked be god we are refreshed
His swete worde conforteth oure mansion
It is gods holy place
he dwelleth here by grace
Amonge vs is he
Both nyght and daye truly
He helpeth vs all and that swyftly.
The wicked heithen besege vs straytly
And many great kyngdomes take theyr parte
They are gathered agaynst vs truly
And are sore moued in theyr herte
But gods worde as cleare as daye
Maketh them shrenke awaye.
The lorde god of power
Stondeth by vs euery houre
The god of Iacob is oure stronge towre
And many great kyngdomes take theyr parte
They are gathered agaynst vs truly
And are sore moued in theyr herte
But gods worde as cleare as daye
Maketh them shrenke awaye.
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Stondeth by vs euery houre
The god of Iacob is oure stronge towre
Come hether now beholde and se
The noble actes and dedes of the lorde
what great thynges he doth for vs daylye
And conforteth vs with his swete worde
For whan oure enemyes wolde fyght
Than brake he theyr myght
Theyr bowe and theyr speare
(So that we nede not feare)
And brent theyr charettes in the fyre.
The noble actes and dedes of the lorde
what great thynges he doth for vs daylye
And conforteth vs with his swete worde
For whan oure enemyes wolde fyght
Than brake he theyr myght
Theyr bowe and theyr speare
(So that we nede not feare)
And brent theyr charettes in the fyre.
Therfore sayeth god/take hede to me
Let me alone and I shall helpe you
knowe me for youre god I saye onely
Amonge all heithen that reigne now
wherfore than shulde we drede
Seynge we haue no nede
For the lorde god of power
Stondeth by vs euery houre
The God of Iacob is oure stronge towre.
Let me alone and I shall helpe you
knowe me for youre god I saye onely
Amonge all heithen that reigne now
wherfore than shulde we drede
Seynge we haue no nede
For the lorde god of power
Stondeth by vs euery houre
The God of Iacob is oure stronge towre.
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