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Certayne Psalmes of Dauid, drawen in metre.

[The faythful man that feareth God]

To the I lyfte my soule o lorde
my god I trust in the
Oh suffre not myne enemyes
to triumphe ouer me
For all they that in the hope
ashamed shall not be
And they that vseth skorne & spyght
shall be confounded of the
My kynge my God I praye to the
shewe me nowe thy wayes
O Lorde, & teache thy pathes to me
and I wyll geue the the prayse
Leade me Lord thy trueth to speake
and learne me to be iuste
Thou art my God & my sauiour eke
all daye in the I truste
O call to thy remembraunce
thy tender mercy pure

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And eke thy louyng kyndnes lorde
that euer hath bene sure
Remēber not my synnes o God
and fraylte of my youth
For thy goodnes and mercyes sake
thynke on me lord wyth ruthe
How frendly and howe ryghteous
is god the lord of myght
Therfore he wyl the synners teach
to walke the waye of right
The symple he doeth leade aryght
and kepeth them nyght and day
Such as be meke them learneth he
to walke ryght in hys waye
The wayes of god are mercyfull
and faythfulnes is plyght
To al that kepe his testamente
and couenaunt aryght
For thy name sake o lyuynge lorde
be mercyful to me
And to my sinnes for they be greate
and myne iniquyte
What so euer he be
that feareth the lorde I saye

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He shall to hym show his preceptes,
and eke hys chosen waye
Hys soule shall euer dwell at ease
thereof I you insure
Hys sede shall styll possesse the lande
for euer to endure
The secretes of the lorde ar knowē,
to theym that feare hym styll
He sheweth to them hys testament,
hys couenaunt and wyll
Myne eyes are lokynge to the lord
on whom my truste is sette
For by hys might he shall pluck out
my fete oute of the nette
Turne the vnto me o God
nowe for thy mercyes sake
Haue mercye Lorde on me
for I am desolate
The sorowes of my harte be greate
full sore it doeth me greue
O bringe me out of troubles Lorde
In the I do beleue
Loke vpon my myserye
and myne aduersytie

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Forgeue me all my synnes o lorde
I haue offended the
Consyder how myne enemyes
be many moche and greate
And beare an harte malycyous
for they wolde me defete
O kepe thou my soule o god
and eke delyuer me
Let me not be confounded lorde
I put my truste in the
Righteous dealyng & innocencye
now wyth me let them dwell
And out of hys aduersyte
delyuer Israell.

[How god doth kepe the ryghteous men]

I wyl vnto the lorde
be geuinge thankes alwayes
My mouth & tongue shal euer be
a speakyng to hys prayse
My soule shal make her boste
in god the lord of myght

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The pore opprest shal heare ther of
and gladlye shal delyght
I do you now exhort
o prayse the lorde wyth me
To gether wyth an humble harte
hys name to magynyfye
For I my selfe besought the lorde
he harde me by and by
And out of al my payne and wo
he dyd delyuer me
O come and be you lyghtened
and to him drawe you nere
And then wythouten shamefastnes
your faces shall apeare
This poore man cried vnto the lord
And he dyd heare hys prayer
And from his troubles euery one
delyuered hym full fayre
The aungell of the lorde
doeth pytche his tente full rounde
Aboute al thē that doeth him feare
to kepe them safe and sounde
How frendly is the lorde
o taste and se who luste

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And blessed is that man
that in him putteth hys trust
O feare the lorde his holiones
se that ye do hym please
For they that feare him lack nothīg
but euer shal haue ease
The rych shal suffer hunger greate
and want that lyuyng foode
But they that seke the lord shal lack
nothyng that which is good
Come hether o you chyldren
and harken to my voyce
I shal you teache the feare of god
and therin to reioyce
Who so lusteth for to lyue
to se good dayes is fayne
Let hym hys tongue & lippes kepe
all euyll to refrayne
Al euyl thinges let them eschewe
do good and neuer cease
And let him seke and eke insewe
to lyue in reste and peace
For why the eyes of god are set
vpon the ryghteous men

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Hys eares are open to theyr praiers
and he prouydethe for them
The face of god is also bent
thy wycked men to se
Them to destroy out of the earth
and all theyr memorye
When ryghteous men do crye
the lord doeth heare their mone
And from their troubles by and by
he wil them helpe anone
The lorde is nere vnto al them
that are in harte contryte
And he wyl helpe soch as be meke
and of an humble spryte
The troubles of the ryghteous
although that they be great
The lord shal helpe them out of all
and fayre wyl them intreate
He kepeth all theyr bones
together safe and sounde
So that not one of them is broke
wyth any strype or wound
But mys fortune greate
the wycked men shall kyll

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And they that hate thee ryghteous
shalbe accused of yll
The lorde wyl the soule saue
or them that doeth him serue
And al that put ther trust in hym
that they shall neuer swarue

[How that the ryghteous man]

For helpe I call to the o god
because that I haue nede
For thy names sake and in thy strength
delyuer me wt spede
Heare my prayer my god my kynge
whan I to the shall praye
Consyder wel the wordes of me
that I to the wyll saye
The straungers & the myghteones
agaynst me doth surreckt
Whyche haue not god before theyr eyes
my soule they wold in feckt
But lo, god is my helpe at nede,
yea, onely it is he

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That doth vphold my soule in dede
from theyr iniquitie
And euyl shal the lorde rewarde
vnto myne enemyes
And in thy truth thou shalt destroy
them that do thee despyse
I wyl offer to the o lorde
and geue thy name the prayse
O lord because thou comfortest me
and helpest me alwayes
For thou Lorde haste delyuered me
from al myne agonyse
So that mine eyes seyth hys desyre
vpon myne enemyes.

[How happye ar the men on the earthe]

Thou o god art praysed well
in Syon euermore
And they shal make theyr vowes to the
and kepe thē wel therfore

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Thou doest heare my prayer lorde
and thou art my comforte
Therfore all fleshe with one accord
to the they do resorte
Oure mysdeades agaynste vs lorde
ful fast they do preuayle
Be mercyful vnto our synnes
that styl doeth vs assayle
Blessed is that man that thou
hast chosen vnto the
And doest elect wt in thy courte
hys dwellynge for to be
With pleasure he is satysfyed
wyth in thyne holye place
Yea, euen of thy temple lorde
replenyshed wyth grace
Heare vs o lord according to
thy wonderous power & myghte
Of god yea, our saluacyon
in whome is our delyght
How myghtie is that sauyour
it can not be dyscust
Al thinges on earth or in the sea
in the doth hope and trust

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Whyche in hys myghtye strengthe
doeth set the mountaynes faste
And he is gyrde about with power
in heuen he is plast
Which stylieth the waues in the sea
and the rorynge of the same
Thee woodnes of thee people also
the lyuing lord wyl tame
The dwellers in the vtter partes
they feare thy wonderous fame
The morning & the euening starres
doeth prayse thy holy name
Howe that thou vysytest the earthe
I can not it expresse
Thou waterest it and makeste it
so full of plenteousnes
The riuer of god with waters pure
doeth flow on euery side
And thou preparest for mā his corne
the earthe thou doest prouyde
Thou waterest her forowes al
thou breakeste the clottes in pece
Thou makest thē softe wt droppes of rayne
& blessest the increace

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Thou crownest yu yere o liuing lord
full wel wyth thy goodnes
Thy fote steppes all wt one accorde
to vs they drop fatnes
The dwellynges in the wyldernes
are fat in lyke manere
The lytle hylles on euery syde
doth pleasauntly appeare
The feldes & valeyes wt shepe & corne
stand full on such a sort
That al the people laughe & synge
with ioy and great comfort

[The ryghteous man that fearethe God]

The man is blest yt feareth god
& walketh in hys waye
And to kepe hys cōmaundementes
delyghteth nyght and daye
His sede shall styl with might & power
vpō the earth prospere
The faythfull generacyon shall
be blessed in lyke manere

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Ryches ioy and plenteousnes
in his house shalbe sure
And eke I say hys ryghteousnes
for euer shall endure
In darkenes to the godly man
there rysethe vp a lyghte
Which sheweth mercy louingly
and walke the way of ryght
Wel is he that mercyfull is
and lendeth with good wyll
And wyth discretyon euermore
hys wordes doth ponder styll
For moued shall he neuer be
his ryghteousnes shall sure
Be had in a remembraunce
that euer shall endure
When he doth heare of tydinges yl
he wyl not be afrayde
Hys harte beleueth assuredly
the lorde wyl be hys ayde
Hys harte is surely stablyshed
he wyll not shrynke vntyll
That he vpon hys enemyes
hathe hys desyre and wyll

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He hath dealt abroade full well
and geuen to the poore
Hys ryghteousnes remaynethe styl
bothe nowe and euermore
His horne shalbe exalted styll
with power and eke with myght
The whych whā wycked mē shal se
ther at they wyl haue spight
And then shal he gnashe wt his tethe
and consume them awaye
The vngodly and theyr desyre
for euer shal decaye.

[It is oure duety bound]

O prayse you now the lord,
and that withe one accorde,
ye seruauntes do the same,
and se that euermore,
ye serue hym wel therfore,
for blessed is his name.

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The Lordes name to prayse,
we are worthy alwayes,
Euen from the rysinge tyme,
of the sunne fayre and brighte,
Untyll it be in syghte,
that downe she doeth incline.
The Lorde is hye of myghte,
ther is no maner of wyght,
That can wyth hym compare,
hys glorye certaynely,
Aboue the heauens hye,
remayneth in lyke manere.
Who is lyke vnto hym,
that wyl presume to clym,
The whych so hye doeth dwell,
the Lorde that is so meke,
Whych doeth behold to kepe,
both heauen and earth full well.
Whych doeth the symple take,
oute of the myry lake,
And lyfteth them vp agayne,
he taketh out of the dust,
All that in hym doeth truste,
And ryddeth them of theyr payne.

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So that he maye hym sette,
among the princes great,
By hys great power and myght,
the princes all amonge,
That ruleth all the thronge,
of people daye and nyght.
The whyche doeth make also,
the woman full of wo,
That baren longe hathe bene,
A mother full of blys,
And kepeth an house ywys,
her chyldren maye be sene.

[Of them that doth in Idols truste]

Whan Israel dyd procede
forth of the Egipte lande
And the house of Iacob from
the straunge peoples hande
Iuda then was made
hys sanctuary sure

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And Israell hys dominion
for euer to endure
The sea sawe that and fledde
wythoutē more delaye
And Iordan turned backe also
euen from hys wonted waye
The mountaynes lyke two rammes
they skypped by and by
The lyttle hylles lyke yonge shepe
they leped vp on hye
O thou sea what ayled the
so faste awaye to flee
Thou Iordan that yu turnedste back
and that so sodaynly
What ayled you ye mountaynes
lyke rammes for to skyppe
You lyttle hylles lyke yonge shepe
what caused you to lyppe
What was the cause ye earthly thinges
thus fearefully dyd shake
At the presence of Iacobs God
the earth dyd tremble and quake
Whych turned the rockes full harde
to standinge waters sure

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The flint stones into springīge wels
the whych were very pure
Not vnto vs o lyuinge Lorde
not vnto vs I saye
But to thy name wyth one accorde
let vs geue prayse alwaye
Wherfore shal the heathen saye
to vs at any tyme
Wher is nowe theyr God be come
of whom they synge in ryme
As for our god we saye agayne
he is in heauen hye
He doeth on erth what pleaseth him
howe can ye thys denye
As for theyr Idols, what be they,
they are but syluer and golde
The worckes of men they be I say:
they are bothe dead and colde
Thei haue mouthes and speake not,
and eyes haue they also
Yet can they se nothinge at all
that goeth to or fro,
They haue eares and can not heare,
what ye to them doeth saye

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Noses haue they and smell nothing,
by nyghte nor yet by daye
They haue handes and handle not,
they haue no maner of grace
Fere haue they yet go they not
nor moue not from theyr place
They that made them let them be
lyke vnto them therfore
And lyke all soch as put theyr truste
in them for euer more
But let the house of Israell
trust in the lyuinge Lorde
He wyll them succor and defende
accordinge to hys worde
And let the house of Aaron
truste in the Lorde alwaye
He is theyr succor and defence
to kepe them nyght and daye
All ye that feare the Lorde I saye
in hym put confidence
You maye be sure that he wyll be
your succor and defence
The Lord is myndeful of vs all
and blesseth vs full well

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He blessed the house of Aaron,
and eke of Israell
Thē that feare him, thē blesseth he
both the great and small
The lorde increase you more & more
you and your chyldren all
Ye are the blessed of the Lorde
as he hym selfe doeth saye
The which did make both heuē and erth
and created night & daye
All the heauens are the Lordes
euen as it is hys wyll
The earth he hath destrybuted
the sonnes of men vntyll
The dead prayse not the o Lord,
as we maye truelye tell
Nomore do they I am ryght sure
that go downe into hell
But we that be alyue o Lorde
we wyll to the geue prayse
From this tyme forth and euermore
that is to saye alwayes

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[The greatnes of the myght of God]

I wyll magnifye the Lorde
my God, my Kynge moste pure
Thy name to prayse wt one accorde
whych euer shall endure
Euery daye wyll I geue thankes
vnto the lyuinge Lorde
And prayse hys name for euer more
and that wyth one accorde
Great is the Lord and meruaylous
and worthy of all prayse
There is no ende of hys greatnes
the Prophete Dauid sayse
One generation to another
doth prayse thy name full well
Thy hyghe glory & myghty power
they do declare and tell
They shal talcke of thy greate worship
and prayse thy holy name
They shal shew forth thi wōderous workes
& the glory of the same

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And thyne abundant kyndnes Lord
remembered shall it be
Men shal shewe forth and also sing
the righteousnes of the
Both mercyful and paciente
is God the Lorde of myghte
Lōge suffering, & of greate goodnes
to them that walke aryght
The Lorde is louinge to euery man
that walketh in hys waye
Hys mercy is ouer all hys workes
to guyde them nyght and daye
All thy workes prayse the o Lorde
as it is very ryghte
Thy holynes geue thankes also
to the with all theyr myghte
Thy glory and thy kyngdom lorde,
to shewe and to declare
To talke of thy great power also
full well we maye compare
Thy power thy glory & myghtynes
to vs thou doest it showe
Thy highe kingdō & righteousnes,
that all men maye it knowe

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Thy kyngdom is an euerlasting
kingdom true and sure
Thy dominiō thorow out al thinge
for euer doeth endure
The lord is faythful in al his dedes
and kepeth promyse iuste
Howe holy is he in all hys worckes
it can not be discust
The Lord vpholdeth them that are
in daunger for to fall
Them that be downe he lyfteth vp,
when they on hym do call
The eyes of al thinges wayt on the
and put in the theyr truste
For yu doest geue thē mercy full free
in season due and iuste
Thou openest thy handes to theym
that trusteth the vntyll
All thinges lyuing wt plentuousnes
ryghte well thou doest fulfyl
The lord is righteous in his wayes
hys worckes be holy all
The Lord is nye vnto faythful men
when they on hym do call

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They that feare hym he wyll
fulfyll theyr hole desyre
He wyll them heare and helpe also,
whan they do hym requyre
They that loue the lorde
them preserueth he
And he wyl scatter all abroade
soche as vngodly be
My mouth shal speake abundantly
and prayse the Lorde therfore
Let all fleshe thanke hys holy name
for euer and euer more.