 |
| 44. |
| 45. |
| 46. |
| 47. |
| 48. |
| 49. |
| 50. |
| 51. |
| 52. |
| 53. |
| 54. |
| 55. |
| 56. |
| 57. |
| 58. |
| 59. |
| 60. |
| 61. |
| 62. |
| 63. |
| 64. |
| 65. |
| 66. |
| 67. |
| 68. |
| 69. |
| 70. |
| 71. |
| 72. |
| 73. |
| 74. |
| 75. |
| 76. |
| 77. |
| 78. |
| 79. |
| 80. |
| 81. |
| 82. |
| 83. |
| 84. |
| 85. |
| 86. |
| 87. |
| 88. |
| 89. |
| 90. |
| 91. |
| 92. | Psalm 92 Bonum est confiteri |
| 93. |
| 94. |
| 95. |
| 96. |
| 97. |
| 98. |
| 99. |
| 100. |
| 101. |
| 102. |
| 103. |
| 104. |
| 105. |
| 106. |
| 107. |
| 108. |
| 109. |
| 110. |
| 111. |
| 112. |
| 113. |
| 114. |
| 115. |
| 116. |
| 117. |
| 118. |
| 119. |
| 120. |
| 121. |
| 122. |
| 123. |
| 124. |
| 125. |
| 126. |
| 127. |
| 128. |
| 129. |
| 130. |
| 131. |
| 132. |
| 133. |
| 134. |
| 135. |
| 136. |
| 137. |
| 138. |
| 139. |
| 140. |
| 141. |
| 142. |
| 143. |
| 144. |
| 145. |
| 146. |
| 147. |
| 148. |
| 149. |
| 150. |
 | The psalms |  |
198
Psalm 92 Bonum est confiteri
O lovly thing
To sing and praises frame
To thee, O Lord, and thy high name;
With early spring
Thy bounty to display,
Thy truth when night hath vanquisht day:
Yea soe to sing,
That ten string'd instrument
With lute, and harp, and voice consent.
To sing and praises frame
To thee, O Lord, and thy high name;
With early spring
Thy bounty to display,
Thy truth when night hath vanquisht day:
Yea soe to sing,
That ten string'd instrument
With lute, and harp, and voice consent.
For, Lord, my mind
Thy works with wonder fill;
Thy doings are my comfort still.
What witt can find,
How bravely thou hast wrought,
Or deeply sound thy shallow'st thought?
The foole is blind,
And blindly doth not know,
How like the grasse the wicked grow.
Thy works with wonder fill;
Thy doings are my comfort still.
What witt can find,
How bravely thou hast wrought,
Or deeply sound thy shallow'st thought?
The foole is blind,
And blindly doth not know,
How like the grasse the wicked grow.
The wicked grow
Like fraile though flowry grasse:
And, falne, to wrack past help doe passe.
But thou not soe,
But high thou still dost stay:
And loe thy haters ran away.
Thy haters loe,
Decay and perish all;
All wicked hands to ruine fall.
Like fraile though flowry grasse:
And, falne, to wrack past help doe passe.
But thou not soe,
But high thou still dost stay:
And loe thy haters ran away.
Thy haters loe,
Decay and perish all;
All wicked hands to ruine fall.
Fresh oiled I
Will lively lift my horne,
And match the matchlesse Unicorne:
Mine ey shall spy
My spies in spightfull case:
Mine eare shall heare my foes disgrace.
Like Cedar high
And like Date-bearing tree,
For greene, and growth the just shall be.
Will lively lift my horne,
And match the matchlesse Unicorne:
Mine ey shall spy
My spies in spightfull case:
Mine eare shall heare my foes disgrace.
Like Cedar high
And like Date-bearing tree,
For greene, and growth the just shall be.
199
Where God doth dwell
Shall be his spreading place:
Gods Courts shall his faire bowes embrace.
Even then shall swell
His blossoms fatt and faire,
When aged rinde the stock shall beare.
And I shall tell
How God my Rock is just,
So just, with him is nought unjust.
Shall be his spreading place:
Gods Courts shall his faire bowes embrace.
Even then shall swell
His blossoms fatt and faire,
When aged rinde the stock shall beare.
And I shall tell
How God my Rock is just,
So just, with him is nought unjust.
| The psalms | |