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The .xxiiii. Psalme of Dauid.
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The .xxiiii. Psalme of Dauid.
[I lyft my soule lord vp to the]
Ad te Domine leuaui.
I lyft my soule lord vp to the
my god I trust on the alone
let me neuer confounded be
my enemyes els wyll mocke me soone
they shall not be shamed that trust on the
but they that scornefull despysers be
those shall be put to confusyon.
my god I trust on the alone
let me neuer confounded be
xlvi
they shall not be shamed that trust on the
but they that scornefull despysers be
those shall be put to confusyon.
[xlvi]
Shewe me o lorde thy godly wayes
And lerne me the ryght pathes to the
In thy verite leade me alwayes
Thou art god my sauioure truly
Lerne me, for in the is all my trust
My hope, my beleue, and conforte most
All the daye longe continually.
And lerne me the ryght pathes to the
In thy verite leade me alwayes
Thou art god my sauioure truly
Lerne me, for in the is all my trust
My hope, my beleue, and conforte most
All the daye longe continually.
Remembre lorde thy great mercy
And thy great plenteous kyndnesse
Call to thy mynde lorde we praye the
Thy gracious fauoure and gentylnesse
For in these thynges thou excellest greatly
Euen from the begynnynge eternally
Thou art so ryche in mercyfulnesse.
And thy great plenteous kyndnesse
Call to thy mynde lorde we praye the
Thy gracious fauoure and gentylnesse
For in these thynges thou excellest greatly
Euen from the begynnynge eternally
Thou art so ryche in mercyfulnesse.
My fautes and my vngodlynesse
My synfull youth and euell bearynge
As thou art lorde full of goodnesse
Remembre not this my euell lyuynge
But after thy mercy thynke on me
And after thy great benignite
Forgyue thou all my mysdoynge.
My synfull youth and euell bearynge
As thou art lorde full of goodnesse
Remembre not this my euell lyuynge
But after thy mercy thynke on me
And after thy great benignite
Forgyue thou all my mysdoynge.
The lorde is iuste full of goodnesse
To synners that leaue theyr euell lyuynge
For though they fall ofte thorow weaknesse
yet to his waye he wyll them brynge
He shall lerne meke men his gracyous wyll
And teach them his waye to come thertyll
And set theyr fete fast for slippynge.
To synners that leaue theyr euell lyuynge
For though they fall ofte thorow weaknesse
yet to his waye he wyll them brynge
He shall lerne meke men his gracyous wyll
And teach them his waye to come thertyll
And set theyr fete fast for slippynge.
xlvii
All wayes of the lorde are full truly
Both of mercy and faythfulnesse
For as he promyseth mercyfully
So payeth he all without doubylnesse
To soch as regarde his worde and wyll
And are euer redy to fulfyll
Theyr couenaunt with hym and theyr promesse
Both of mercy and faythfulnesse
For as he promyseth mercyfully
So payeth he all without doubylnesse
To soch as regarde his worde and wyll
And are euer redy to fulfyll
Theyr couenaunt with hym and theyr promesse
For thy names sake lorde I praye the
forgeue me my great wickednesse
The lorde shall lerne that man truly
That feareth hym with all lowlynesse
He shalbe teachynge hym euer the waye
That pleaseth hym both nyght and daye
His conscience shalbe in quyetnesse
forgeue me my great wickednesse
The lorde shall lerne that man truly
That feareth hym with all lowlynesse
He shalbe teachynge hym euer the waye
That pleaseth hym both nyght and daye
His conscience shalbe in quyetnesse
His chyldren shall possesse the londe
It shalbe theyr heretage and ryght
They shall neuer want by see nor sonde
The lorde wyll fede them thorow his myght
He is a defence both louynge and deare
For euery man that hym doth feare
She wynge them his couenaunte daye & nyght.
It shalbe theyr heretage and ryght
They shall neuer want by see nor sonde
The lorde wyll fede them thorow his myght
He is a defence both louynge and deare
For euery man that hym doth feare
She wynge them his couenaunte daye & nyght.
Myne eyes shall on the lorde be set
Tyll he se his tyme and season
To drawe my fete out of this net
That holdeth me so fast in prison
Beholde thou and haue mercy on me
For I am forsaken in mysery
And full of great affliction.
Tyll he se his tyme and season
To drawe my fete out of this net
That holdeth me so fast in prison
Beholde thou and haue mercy on me
For I am forsaken in mysery
And full of great affliction.
[xlvii]
The cares of my harte and sorofulnesse
Increase euer dayly more and more
Leade me out of my heuynesse
And my poore state beholde therfore
Forgeue thou all my synnes and se
How many they are that trouble me
And persecute me with furiousnesse.
Increase euer dayly more and more
Leade me out of my heuynesse
And my poore state beholde therfore
Forgeue thou all my synnes and se
How many they are that trouble me
And persecute me with furiousnesse.
Preserue my soule and delyuer me
Lest I be brought to confusion
For I haue put my trust in the
Let godlynesse kepe me all season
My hope is in the, and shalbe styll
Oh god delyuer poore Israell
From all theyr trouble and affliction.
Lest I be brought to confusion
For I haue put my trust in the
Let godlynesse kepe me all season
My hope is in the, and shalbe styll
Oh god delyuer poore Israell
From all theyr trouble and affliction.
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