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Psalm 112.

[O happi man; with humblest fears]

Allelv-ia.

O happi man; with humblest fears,
And purest loves towărd God who bends:
With sweet delight Gods law he hears;
And heard, through actions all extends.
O HAPPI man! thy ioys are true:
Thy house with plenteŏus wealth abounds:
Thy iustice yields, and reaps, hir due;
Hir fruit to thee stil blest redounds.
HIS ofspring, noble in their race,
By noblest vertues so endure:
Long hold on earth great powĕrful place:
And world of blessings round alure.
YEA evĕn in time of darkest wo,
To him dooth cheerfull light arize:
To righteŏus man; who no mans fo,
Stil merciful, stil merci trys.
HEE helpful, bounteŏus, lends, and gives;
Reward from Gods sole grace expects:
In choisest thoughts stil blessed lives;
Which prudence rightly still directs.
THERFORE he stable ay shal stand;
Nor storm, nor engin, throwe him doun.
Yea gracious woorks of vertŭous hand,
With fame immortal shal him croun.
HIS setled mynd on God relys;
No troublous nues can him affright:
Firm stands his hart, and fears defys;
Which on his enimies pates shal light.
THUS spends the iust, thus ends his hours:
Dispersing hand the needi feeds:
Doun glorious blessing on him shours:
Reaps endles prize of ended deeds.
THE wicked this shal see, and vex;
Shal grynd their teeth, and pine to nought:
Sad fears shal duely them perplex;
Their deer desires to nothing brought.