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Psalme. Cxlvi. Lauda Anima mea.



The Lorde to prayse, and magnifye
My soule se thou accorde:
Duryng the tyme, I here abyde
I wyll prayse thee O La?rde.


So longe as lyfe, in me shall laste
And eke shall dure my dayes:
Unto the Lorde, I wyl not cease
To synge vnto hym prayse.
In Princes put; not confydence
Nor in no chylde of man:
For they are voyde, euen of all ayde
But the Lorde thee helpe can.
When death shall lyfe, from the body
Dissolue here of eche man:
His thoughts shall peryshe, & he returne
To earth where he began.
The man is blessed, and happy
Whome Iacobs God doth ayde:
And he whose hope, and confydence
Upon the Lorde is stayed.


Whiche did the heauen, the earth and sea
And all that therein is:
Fasho{n} and make, and doth styll kepe
For euer his promyse.
Which wil to right, all them restore
That suffer iniurye:
And doth agayne, prouyde to fede
Suche as be hungerye.
The Lorde wyl lose, and eke delyuer
Suche as in pryson be:
And to the blynde, syght dothe restore
Of them that can not se.
The Lorde dothe helpe, vnto such sende
As fall and go astraye:
As for the iuste, and ryghteouse sorte
He taketh care alwaye.


The Lorde the state, of straungers doth
Regarde and esteame muche:
The wyddowe, and the fatherlesse
Defende he wyll all suche.
As for the wayes, of the wycked
The Lorde full well doth knowe:
But he wyll turne, it vpse downe
And them cleane ouerthrowe.
The Lord thy God, O Syon shall


Be gyde of all nacions:
And shal be kynge for euermore
Thorowout all generacions.
THE povver of God, here se vve may
His vvorks and vvhat they be:
His glorye greate, and vvysedome pure
Hys myght and maiestie.