Confitebor tibi domine in toto.
Psalm. ix.
T.S.
After he had geuen thankes to God, for the sundry victoryes that he
had sent hym against his enemies, and also proued by manifolde experience
howe ready God was at hande in all hys troubles: he beyng
now likewise in daunger of new enemies, desireth God to help hym
accordyng to hys wont, and distroye the malicious arrogancie of his aduersaryes.
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Sing this as the .iii. ps.
[The first parte.]
With
hart and mouthe, vnto the Lorde,
will I syng laude and prayse:
And speake of all thy wondrous workes,
and them declare alwayes.
I will be glad and muche reioyce,
in thee (O God) moste hie:
And make my songes extoll thy name,
aboue the sterry skie.
For that my foes are driuen backe,
and turned vnto flyght:
They fall downe flat and are destroyd
by thy great force and might.
God only defēdeth the iuste cause.
Thou hast reuenged all my wrong.
my grief and all my grudge,
Thou dost with iustice heare my cause,
most like a righteous iudge.
Thou doest rebuke the Heathen folke,
and wicked so confounde,
That afterwarde, the memory,
of them cannot be founde.
My foe, thou hast made good dispatche
and all our townes destroyed:
Thou hast theyr fame with thē defaced
through all the world so wyde.
Know thou that he whiche is aboue,
for euermore shall raygne:
And in the seate of equitie,
true iudgement wil mainteyne.
With iustice he wyll kepe and guyde,
the worlde and euery weight:
And so will yelde with equitie.
to euery man his right.
He is protector of the poore,
what tyme they be opprest:
He is in all aduersitie,
their refuge and theyr rest.
All they that know thy holy name,
therfore shall trust in thee:
For thou forsakest not theyr sute,
in their necessitie.
Sing Psalmes therfore vnto the Lorde,
We seke God,
there by prayer or by vpright & godly lyfe.
that dwelleth in Sion hill:
Publishe amonge all nations,
his noble actes and will.
For he is mindfull of the bloud,
of those that be opprest:
For getting not the afflicted hart,
that seketh to him for rest.
The second parte.
Haue mercy Lorde on me poore wretche,
whose enemies still remayne:
Which from the gates of death are wonte,
to rayse me vp agayne.
In Sion that I might set forth,
thy prayse with hart and voyce:
And that in thy saluation (Lorde)
my soule might still reioyce.
The heathen sticke fast in the pit,
that they them selues preparde:
And in the net that they did set,
their owne fete fast are snarde.
God sheweth his iudgement which wer good
The hebr.
willeth men to meditate dilygently on thys thynge.
for euery man to marke:
When as ye see the wicked man,
lye trapt in his owne warke.
The wicked and the sinfull men,
go downe to hell for euer:
And all the people of the worlde,
that will not god remember.
But sure the Lorde will not forget,
the poore mans grief and payne:
The pacient folke neuer loke,
for helpe of God in vayne.
O Lorde arise lest men preuayle,
that be of worldly might:
And let the Heathen folke receyue,
their iudgement in thy sight.
Lord stryke such terror feare and dread
into the harts of them:
That they may know assuredly,
they be but mortall men.
