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The same Psalme.
[O god be mercyfull to me]
Miserere mei Deus.
O god be mercyfull to me
accordynge to thy great pitie
washe of make clene my iniquite
I knowlege my synne and it greueth me
Agaynst the agaynst the
only haue I synned which is before myne eye.
Though thou be iudged in mans syght
yet are thy wordes founde true and ryght.
accordynge to thy great pitie
washe of make clene my iniquite
[xliii]
Agaynst the agaynst the
only haue I synned which is before myne eye.
Though thou be iudged in mans syght
yet are thy wordes founde true and ryght.
xliiii
Beholde, I was borne all in synne
My mother conceaued me therin
But thou louest treuth, and haste shewed me
Thy wysedome hyd so secretly
with fayre ysope lorde sprenkle thou me
washe thou me clene/so shall I be
whyter than snowe/cause me reioyse
Make my bones mery whō thou madest lowse.
My mother conceaued me therin
But thou louest treuth, and haste shewed me
Thy wysedome hyd so secretly
with fayre ysope lorde sprenkle thou me
washe thou me clene/so shall I be
whyter than snowe/cause me reioyse
Make my bones mery whō thou madest lowse.
Lorde turne thy face fro my wickednesse
Clense me from all vnryghtuousnesse
A pure harte lorde make thou in me
Renewe a ryght spirite in my body
Cast me not out away from the
Nor take thy holy goost fro me
Make me reioyse in thy sauynge health
Thy myghty spirite strength me for my wealth
Clense me from all vnryghtuousnesse
A pure harte lorde make thou in me
Renewe a ryght spirite in my body
Cast me not out away from the
Nor take thy holy goost fro me
Make me reioyse in thy sauynge health
Thy myghty spirite strength me for my wealth
Thy waye shall I shewe to men full of vyce
And enstructe them well in thy seruice
That wicked men and vngodly
maye be conuerted vnto the
O god, o god my sauioure
Delyuer me from the synne of murther
my tonge shall reioyse in thy mercye
Open my lippes/and my mouth shal prayse the
And enstructe them well in thy seruice
That wicked men and vngodly
maye be conuerted vnto the
O god, o god my sauioure
Delyuer me from the synne of murther
my tonge shall reioyse in thy mercye
Open my lippes/and my mouth shal prayse the
[xliiii]
Thou wylt haue no bodely offrynge
I thought them els to the to brynge
Gods sacrifice is a troubled spirite
Thou wilt not dispise a harte contrite
with Sion (o god) deale gently
That Hierusalem walles may buylded be
Than shalt thou delyte in the ryght offrynge
which men shall with theyr calues brynge.
I thought them els to the to brynge
Gods sacrifice is a troubled spirite
Thou wilt not dispise a harte contrite
with Sion (o god) deale gently
That Hierusalem walles may buylded be
Than shalt thou delyte in the ryght offrynge
which men shall with theyr calues brynge.
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