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The .L. Psalme of Dauid.
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The .L. Psalme of Dauid.
[O lorde god haue thou mercy on me]
Miserere mei Deus.
O lorde god haue thou mercy on me
after thy maruelous great pite
as thou art ful of mercy
do away all my iniquite.
And washe me frō all fylthynesse
of my great synnes and wantonesse
for they are many within me
and euer I fele them heuye
my synne is alwaye before myne eye
I haue alone offended the
before the haue I lyued synfully
in thy worde stondest thou stedfastly
thoughe thou be iudged wrongfully.
after thy maruelous great pite
as thou art ful of mercy
do away all my iniquite.
And washe me frō all fylthynesse
[xli]
for they are many within me
and euer I fele them heuye
my synne is alwaye before myne eye
I haue alone offended the
before the haue I lyued synfully
xlii
thoughe thou be iudged wrongfully.
Se how I am conceaued in synne
My mother hath brought me forth therin
A chylde of wrathe by nature borne
And without the lorde am forlorne
To the treuth thou hast a pleasure alwaye
And helpest my blyndnesse euery daye
To knowe thy wysedome gracyously
That thou hast hyd so secretly
with ysope fayre sprenkle thou me
washe thou me clene/so shall I be
whyter then snowe/mende thou my cheare
My weery bones to helpe from feare
which thou thy selfe hast brused so neare.
My mother hath brought me forth therin
A chylde of wrathe by nature borne
And without the lorde am forlorne
To the treuth thou hast a pleasure alwaye
And helpest my blyndnesse euery daye
To knowe thy wysedome gracyously
That thou hast hyd so secretly
[xlii]
washe thou me clene/so shall I be
whyter then snowe/mende thou my cheare
My weery bones to helpe from feare
which thou thy selfe hast brused so neare.
Loke not vpon my wreched lyfe
Forgeue my synnes that are so ryfe
Lorde make in me a ryght pure harte
A good conscience let be my parte
A godly spirite renew in me
And cast me not away from the
Thy holy spirite let me haue styll
To be my conforte in all euell
And let me haue euer the gladnesse
Of thy health in all heuynesse
Thy myghtie spirite holde thou in me
I wyll helpe synners turne to the
Thy waye wyll I teache them hartely.
Forgeue my synnes that are so ryfe
Lorde make in me a ryght pure harte
A good conscience let be my parte
A godly spirite renew in me
And cast me not away from the
Thy holy spirite let me haue styll
To be my conforte in all euell
And let me haue euer the gladnesse
Of thy health in all heuynesse
Thy myghtie spirite holde thou in me
I wyll helpe synners turne to the
Thy waye wyll I teache them hartely.
God rydde me from bloudgyltynesse
Thou god of all my healthfulnesse
So shall my tonge geue prayse to the
Thy ryghtuousnesse to honoure in me
Lorde open thou these lippes of myne
That my mouthe maye to thy prayse inclyne
Thou hast no pleasure in offrynge
For els I thought them the to brynge
Burnt offrynges are not to thy paye
They please not the though they be gaye
They are nothynge worth in thy syght
Gods offrynge is of moche more myght
A spirite all troubled is his ryght.
Thou god of all my healthfulnesse
So shall my tonge geue prayse to the
Thy ryghtuousnesse to honoure in me
Lorde open thou these lippes of myne
That my mouthe maye to thy prayse inclyne
Thou hast no pleasure in offrynge
For els I thought them the to brynge
Burnt offrynges are not to thy paye
They please not the though they be gaye
They are nothynge worth in thy syght
xliii
A spirite all troubled is his ryght.
A contrite harte that is brought lowe
Shalt thou lorde god awaye not throwe
That dost thou alwaye so regarde
That it shall euer of the be harde.
To Sion lorde be gracyous
After thy kyndnesse plenteous
That the walles of Hierusalem
Maye be buylded and brought from shame
Then shalt thou be pleased doutlesse
with the offrynge of ryghtuousnes
with the brent offrynges of thy wyll
Then shall good men theyr calues kyll
Therwith thyne altare to fulfyll.
Shalt thou lorde god awaye not throwe
That dost thou alwaye so regarde
That it shall euer of the be harde.
To Sion lorde be gracyous
After thy kyndnesse plenteous
That the walles of Hierusalem
Maye be buylded and brought from shame
Then shalt thou be pleased doutlesse
with the offrynge of ryghtuousnes
with the brent offrynges of thy wyll
Then shall good men theyr calues kyll
Therwith thyne altare to fulfyll.
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