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Psalme C.xlvii. Laudate Dominum.

O prayse the Lorde, for it is good
To synge vnto hym prayse:
Unto the tyme, I here abyde


I wyll prayse thee O Lorde.
In the syght of, the Lorde it is
Most pleasaunt and ioyfull:
For all suche gyfts as we receaue
To be for them thankfull.
The Lorde of hys, goodnes hath buylte
Agayne Ierusalem:
And the outecasts, of Israell
Together chosen them.


The Lorde wyl them, of contrite heart{e}
To health agayne restore:
For he medcyns, wyl geue to cure
Their sicknes and their sore.
The stars in numbre, he doth knowe
Iustlye countynge the same:
And at hys pleasure, calleth them
In ord{er} by they{r} name.


The maiestie, of thee our God
And thy great power and myghte
Is wonderfull, and all thy works
Thy wysdome infinite.
The Lorde the lowly, lyfteth vp
And doth exhault the meke:
As for the proude, he pulleth downe
And the vngodlye eke.
O synge vnto, the Lorde therfore
With laude and thanks geuynge:
Upon the harpe, vnto our God
To hym let vs prayse synge.
Which doth the heauen, wt cloudes couer
And by hys power ordayne:
The earthe to serue, when nede requirs
In his due tyme with rayne.
Wherby the grasse, doth grow & spryng{e}
Upon high mountaynes than:
The earthe it maks, to bringe forth herbs
To serue the vse of man.
Whiche for catell, fodder prouids
By power celestiall:
And the yong Rauens, lykwyse doth fede
When they vpon hym call.


The Lorde taks no, pleasure at all
In the strength of an horse:
Neyther delyghts he in mans legs
Nor in hys myght and force.
Suche as do feare, and dred the Lorde
In those delyghteth he:
And taketh pleasure, in all them
That trust in hys mercye.
Laude and prayse O, Ierusalem
The Lorde that is on hye:
O Syon se, thou prayse thy God
And do hym magnifye.
For he thy ga{et}s, so sure hathe made
And with bars them so bounde:
All the chyldren, he hath blessed
That may in thee be founde.
The whole borders, thorowe out he doth
With peace indue and blysse:
And with great aboundaunce of wheate
He doth it replenyshe.
He sendeth forth, vpon the earth
Hys commaundment to vs:
Hys worde it is, of race so swift
As cal we may wondrous.


By deuine powre he geueth snowe
On earth lyke vnto wooll:
And the hoare froste, lyke to ashes
The grounde he scatters full.
The yse abrode, he doth disparse
In peces to remayne:
Thy frost so colde, who is able
To abyde and sustayne.
When he commaundeth, by hys worde
It then dissolues agayne:
And by the powre, euen of hys wynde
The waters flowe amayne.
Hys lyuely worde, vnto Iacob


He doeth vtter and tell:
Hys lawes and hys, ordinaunces
He sheweth Ilsraell.
He hath not so, louingly dealt
With any other nacion:
For in hys lawes, are ignoraunt
The Heathen congregacion.
The iust vvith ioye, maye here reioyce
In God vvho doth regarde:
Their lovvely meke and contrite hearts
Full vvell he vvyll regarde.