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 | The Whole Booke of Psalmes, collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold I. Hopkins & others: conferred with the Ebrue, with apt Notes to synge the[m] withal |  |
Exaltabo te domine.
Psal. xxx.
I. Hop.
When Dauid should haue dedicated hys house to the Lorde, he fel so extreme sick, that he was without all hope of lyfe, & therfore after hys recouery, he rendreth thankes to God, exhortyng others to the lyke, & learn by his example, that God is rather mercyfull then seuere, and rigorous towardes his childrē, and also that the fall from prosperitie is sodeine. This done, he retourneth to prayer, promisyng to prayse God for euer.
All
laud & praise, with hart & voice,
O Lorde I geue to thee:
whiche didst not make my foes reioyse,
but hast exalted me.
O lord my god to thee I cryde,
in all my paine & grief:
thou gauest an eare, and didst prouide
to ease me with relief,
O Lorde I geue to thee:
whiche didst not make my foes reioyse,
but hast exalted me.
O lord my god to thee I cryde,
in all my paine & grief:
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to ease me with relief,
Of thy good will thou hast calde backe,
My soule from hell to saue:
Thou didst reuiue when strength did lacke,
and kept me from the graue.
Sing prayse ye sainctes that proue and see,
the goodnes of the Lord:
In memorye of his maiestie,
Reioyse with one accord.
My soule from hell to saue:
Thou didst reuiue when strength did lacke,
and kept me from the graue.
Sing prayse ye sainctes that proue and see,
the goodnes of the Lord:
In memorye of his maiestie,
Reioyse with one accord.
For why his anger but a space,
doeth last and slake agayne:
But in his fauour and hys grace,
alwayes doeth lyfe remayne.
Though gripes of grief, and panges full sore,
shall lodge with vs all night:
The Lorde to ioy shall vs restore,
before the day be light.
doeth last and slake agayne:
But in his fauour and hys grace,
alwayes doeth lyfe remayne.
Though gripes of grief, and panges full sore,
shall lodge with vs all night:
The Lorde to ioy shall vs restore,
before the day be light.
When I enioyde the worlde at will,
thus would I boast and say:
Tushe, I am sure to feele none ill,
this wealth shall not decay.
For thou (O Lorde of thy good grace,
hadst sent me strength and ayde.
But when thou turnd away thy face,
my mynde was sore dismaide.
thus would I boast and say:
Tushe, I am sure to feele none ill,
this wealth shall not decay.
For thou (O Lorde of thy good grace,
hadst sent me strength and ayde.
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my mynde was sore dismaide.
Wherfore agayne yet did I cry,
to thee, O Lorde of might:
My God with plaintes I did apply,
and prayde both day and night.
What gayne is in my bloud saide I,
if death destroy my dayes:
Doth dust declare thy maiestie,
or yet thy trueth doth prayse?
to thee, O Lorde of might:
My God with plaintes I did apply,
and prayde both day and night.
What gayne is in my bloud saide I,
if death destroy my dayes:
Doth dust declare thy maiestie,
or yet thy trueth doth prayse?
Wherfore my God some pitie take,
O Lorde I thee desyre:
Do not this simple soule forsake,
of helpe I thee requyre.
Then didst thou turne my grief and wo,
vnto a chearfull voyce:
The mournyng weede thou tokste me fro,
and madst me to reioyse.
O Lorde I thee desyre:
Do not this simple soule forsake,
of helpe I thee requyre.
Then didst thou turne my grief and wo,
vnto a chearfull voyce:
The mournyng weede thou tokste me fro,
and madst me to reioyse.
| The Whole Booke of Psalmes, collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold I. Hopkins & others: conferred with the Ebrue, with apt Notes to synge the[m] withal | |