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Psalm 65 Te decet hymnus
Sion it is where thou art praised,
Sion, O God, where vowes they pay thee:
There all mens praiers to thee raised
Retorne possest of what they pray thee.
There thou my sinns prevailing to my shame
Dost turne to smoake of sacrificing flame.
Sion, O God, where vowes they pay thee:
There all mens praiers to thee raised
Retorne possest of what they pray thee.
There thou my sinns prevailing to my shame
Dost turne to smoake of sacrificing flame.
O he of blisse is not deceaved,
Whom, chosen, thou unto thee takest:
And whom into thy court receaved
Thou of thy checkrole number makest.
The dainty viands of thy sacred store
Shall feede hym so he shall not hunger more.
Whom, chosen, thou unto thee takest:
And whom into thy court receaved
Thou of thy checkrole number makest.
The dainty viands of thy sacred store
Shall feede hym so he shall not hunger more.
From thence it is thy threatning thunder,
Lest we by wrong should be disgraced,
Doth strike our foes with feare and wonder:
O thou on whom their hopes are placed,
Whom either earth doth steadfastly sustayn,
Or cradle rockes of restlesse wavy playn.
Lest we by wrong should be disgraced,
Doth strike our foes with feare and wonder:
O thou on whom their hopes are placed,
Whom either earth doth steadfastly sustayn,
Or cradle rockes of restlesse wavy playn.
Thy vertue staies the mighty mountaynes,
Girded with pow'r, with strength abounding:
The roaring damm of watry fountaines
Thy beck doth make surcease hir sounding;
When stormy uproares tosse the peoples brayn,
That civill sea to calme thou bringst agayn.
Girded with pow'r, with strength abounding:
The roaring damm of watry fountaines
Thy beck doth make surcease hir sounding;
When stormy uproares tosse the peoples brayn,
That civill sea to calme thou bringst agayn.
Where earth doth end with endles ending,
All such as dwell, thy signes affright them:
And in thy praise their voices spending
Both howses of the sunn delight them;
Both whence he comes, when early he awakes,
And where he goes, when ev'ning rest he takes.
All such as dwell, thy signes affright them:
And in thy praise their voices spending
Both howses of the sunn delight them;
Both whence he comes, when early he awakes,
And where he goes, when ev'ning rest he takes.
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Thy eie from heav'n this land beholdeth,
Such fruitfull dewes down on it rayning,
That, storehowse-like hir lap enfoldeth
Assured hope of plowmans gayning.
Thy flowing streames hir drought doe temper so,
That buried seed through yelding grave doth grow.
Such fruitfull dewes down on it rayning,
That, storehowse-like hir lap enfoldeth
Assured hope of plowmans gayning.
Thy flowing streames hir drought doe temper so,
That buried seed through yelding grave doth grow.
Drunk is each ridg of thy cup drincking,
Each clodd relenteth at thy dressing:
Thy cloud-born waters inly sincking,
Faire spring sproutes foorth blest with thy blessing.
The fertile yeare is with thy bounty crown'd:
And where thou go'st, thy goings fatt the ground.
Each clodd relenteth at thy dressing:
Thy cloud-born waters inly sincking,
Faire spring sproutes foorth blest with thy blessing.
The fertile yeare is with thy bounty crown'd:
And where thou go'st, thy goings fatt the ground.
Plenty bedewes the desert places:
A hedg of mirth the hills encloseth:
The fieldes with flockes have hid their faces:
A robe of corn the vallies clotheth.
Desertes, and hills, and feilds, and valleys all,
Rejoyce, shout, sing, and on thy name doe call.
A hedg of mirth the hills encloseth:
The fieldes with flockes have hid their faces:
A robe of corn the vallies clotheth.
Desertes, and hills, and feilds, and valleys all,
Rejoyce, shout, sing, and on thy name doe call.
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