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Domine probasti.
Psalme. cxxxix.
N.
Dauid to clense his harte from all hipocrisie sheweth that there is nothing so hye, whiche God seyth not, whiche he confirmeth by the creation of man. After declaryng his zeale and feare of God, he protesteth to be enemy to all them that contem God.
O Lorde
, thou hast me tryed and knowne,
my sitting doste thou knew:
And rysing eke, my thoughts a farre,
thou vnderstandst also,
My pathes, yea and my lying downe,
thou compassest alwayes,
And by familiar custome art,
acquaynted with my wayes.
my sitting doste thou knew:
And rysing eke, my thoughts a farre,
thou vnderstandst also,
My pathes, yea and my lying downe,
thou compassest alwayes,
And by familiar custome art,
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No word is in my tong, O lorde,
but knowne it is to thee,
Thou me behinde holdst and before,
thou layst thy hand on me.
To wonderfull aboue my reache,
Lorde is thy cunning skill:
it is so hie that I the same,
can not atteyne vntill.
but knowne it is to thee,
Thou me behinde holdst and before,
thou layst thy hand on me.
To wonderfull aboue my reache,
Lorde is thy cunning skill:
it is so hie that I the same,
can not atteyne vntill.
From sight of thy all seeyng sprite,
Lorde whether shall I goo?
Or whether shall I flee away,
thy presence to scape froe?
To heauen if I mount aloft,
loe thou art present there:
In hell if I lye downe by lowe,
euen there thou dost appeare.
Lorde whether shall I goo?
Or whether shall I flee away,
thy presence to scape froe?
To heauen if I mount aloft,
loe thou art present there:
In hell if I lye downe by lowe,
euen there thou dost appeare.
Yea let me take the mornings winges,
and let me goo and hide:
Euen there where ar the farthest partes
where flowing sea doth slide.
Yea euen thether also shall,
thy reaching hand me guide:
And thy ryght hand shall holde me fast.
and make me to abide.
and let me goo and hide:
Euen there where ar the farthest partes
where flowing sea doth slide.
Yea euen thether also shall,
thy reaching hand me guide:
And thy ryght hand shall holde me fast.
and make me to abide.
Yea if I say the darknes shall,
yet shrowde me from thy sight:
Loe euen also the darkest night,
about me shalbe light.
Yea darknes hideth not from thee,
but night doth shine as day:
To thee the darknes and the light,
are bothe alike alway,
yet shrowde me from thy sight:
Loe euen also the darkest night,
about me shalbe light.
Yea darknes hideth not from thee,
but night doth shine as day:
To thee the darknes and the light,
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For thou possessed hast my reynes,
and thou hast couerd me:
When I within my mothers wombe,
enclosed was by thee.
Thee will I prayse, made fearfully,
and wondrously I am:
Thy works are maruellous, right well
my soule doth knowe the same.
and thou hast couerd me:
When I within my mothers wombe,
enclosed was by thee.
Thee will I prayse, made fearfully,
and wondrously I am:
Thy works are maruellous, right well
my soule doth knowe the same.
My bones, they are not hid from thee,
although in secret place:
I haue ben made and in the earth,
beneth I shapen was.
When I was formeles, then thyne eye,
saw me far in thy boke:
Were written all (nought was before)
that after fashion toke.
although in secret place:
I haue ben made and in the earth,
beneth I shapen was.
When I was formeles, then thyne eye,
saw me far in thy boke:
Were written all (nought was before)
that after fashion toke.
The thoughtes therfore of thee (O God)
how dere are they to me?
And of them all how passing great,
the endles nombers be?
If I should compt them, loe their summe
more then the sand I see:
And whensoeuer I awake,
yet am I still with thee.
how dere are they to me?
And of them all how passing great,
the endles nombers be?
If I should compt them, loe their summe
more then the sand I see:
And whensoeuer I awake,
yet am I still with thee.
The wicked and the blody men,
of that thou woldest slaye:
Euen those O God to whom, depart,
depart from me, I say.
Euen those of thee O lord my God,
that speake full wickedlye:
These that are lifted vp in vayne,
beyng enemies to thee.
of that thou woldest slaye:
Euen those O God to whom, depart,
depart from me, I say.
Euen those of thee O lord my God,
that speake full wickedlye:
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beyng enemies to thee.
Hate I not them that hate thee Lord?
and not in earnest wise:
Contende I Lorde against them all,
against thee that arise?
I hate them with vnfayned hate,
euen as my vtter foes
Trye me O God, and know my hart,
my thoughtes proue and disclose.
and not in earnest wise:
Contende I Lorde against them all,
against thee that arise?
I hate them with vnfayned hate,
euen as my vtter foes
Trye me O God, and know my hart,
my thoughtes proue and disclose.
Consider Lorde if wickednes,
in me there any be:
And in the way, O God my guide,
for euer leade thou me.
in me there any be:
And in the way, O God my guide,
for euer leade thou me.
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