CXV.
1
Not wnto ws, Lord, not to ws,
To whom belongeth schame,
Bot for thy treuth and mercye's sake,
Giue glorie to thy name.
2
Why should the heathens, in their pryd,
Wher's now ther God, demand?
3
Our God's in heauen, and brings to passe
What pleaseth him com̄and.
4
Men's handiwork their idols are,
Of silver and of Gold.
5
They mouths which speek not haue, and eyes
Which nothing can behold:
6
To them are ears, yet hear they not,
And noses voyd of sent;
7
Hands which no feeling haue, and feet
On which they never went.
8
No way for words is through there throat.
Who make them lyk them bee;
Evin all to them, (dishonoring God,)
With confidence who flie.
9
O Israell, trust thow in the Lord,
Whose help and sheeld he is.
10
O Hous of Aron, trust in God,
The help and sheeld of his.
11
Who feare Him trust in Him; to such
A help and sheeld is he.
12
Hee hath remembred ws, and sure
Wee blest of him shal bee.
The house of Israell, yea, the house
Of Aron blesse hee shall.
13
Evin all who feare his holie name
Shal blest be, great and small.
14
To blessing hee shall blessing adde,
On yow and on your seed.
15
By him yee blest are, earth around
Who did heavin's courtain spread.
16
Vnto Jehouah do the heavins,
The gloriouse heauens belong;
Bot earth his hand devided hath
The son̄es of men among.
17
The deid that doe in silence duell,
Gone doun wnto the grave
From mongst the liveing, Thee, O Lord,
To prayse no power have.
18
Bot wee wncessantlie will blesse
And laud thy holie name.
From hence forth, and for evir moir,
Let all his prayse proclame.
