Inte domine speraui.
Psal. xxxi.
Io. Hop.
Dauid deliuered from some great daunger, in the desert of Madis
or els wher, first reherseth what meditation he had by the power of
fayth when death was before his eyes, his enemy beyng ready to take
him: then he adioyneth the fauor of God alwaies to be ready to
those that feare him. Finally he exhorteth al the faithful to trust in
God & to loue him, because he preserueth and strengthneth, them, as they may se by his example.
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Sing this as the .xviii. psalme.
[The first parte.]
O Lorde
I put my trust in thee,
Let nothyng worke me shame:
As thou art iust deliuer me,
and set me quyte from blame.
Geue me (O Lorde) and that anone.
to helpe me make good spead,
Be thou my rocke, and house of stone,
my fence in time of nede.
For why as stones thy strength is tride
thou art my fort and towre:
For thy names sake be thou my guyde,
and leade me in thy power.
Plucke forth my feete, & break the snare
which they for me haue layde:
Thou art my strength, and all my care
is for thy might and ayde.
In to thy handes Lorde I commit,
my spirite whyche is thy dew:
For why thou hast redemed it,
O Lorde thou God most trewe.
I hate suche folke as wyll not part,
from thynges to be abhorde:
When they on trifles set theyr harte,
my truste is in the Lorde.
For I will in thy mercy ioy,
I see it doeth excell:
Thou seest when ought would me annoy,
and knowest my soule full well.
Thou hast not left me in their hande,
that would me ouercharge.
But thou hast set me out of bande,
to walke abrode at large.
The seconde parte.
Great grief (O Lord) doeth me assaile
some pitye on me take:
Mine eyes waxe dimme, my might doth faile
my wombe for wo doth ake.
My lyfe is worne with grief and paine
my yeares in wo are past:
My strength is gone & through disdaine
my bones corrupt and wast.
Amonge my foes I am a scorne,
my frendes are all dismaide:
My neighbours and my kinsmen borne
to see me are afrayde.
As men once dead are out of minde,
so am I now forgot:
As small effect in me they finde,
as in a broken pot.
I heard the bragges of all the route,
theyr threates my minde did fraye:
How they conspirde and went about,
to take my lyfe awaye.
But (Lorde) I trust in thee for ayde,
not to be ouer trod:
For I confesse and still haue saide,
thou art my Lorde and God.
The length of all my lyfe and age,
O Lorde, is in thy hand:
Defend me from the wrathes and rage,
of them that me withstand.
To me thy seruaunt (Lord) expresse,
and shew thy ioifull face:
And saue me Lorde for thy goodnes,
thy mercy and thy grace.
The thirde parte.
Lorde let me not be put to blame,
for that on thee I call:
But let the wicked beare their shame,
and in the graue to fall.
Oh how great good hast thou in store,
layde vp full safe for them:
That feare and trust in thee therfore,
before the sonnes of men.
Thy presence shall thē fence and guide,
from al proud bragges and wrongs
Within thy place thou shalt them hyde
from all the stryfe of tonges.
Thankes to the lord that hath declard
on me his grace so farre:
Me to defend with watche and ward,
as in a towne of warre.
Thus did I say both day and night,
when I was sore opprest:
Loe, I was cleane cast out of sight,
yet heardst thou my request,
Ye sainctes, loue ye the Lord, I say,
the faithfull he doth guide:
And to the proude he will repay,
according to their pride.
Be strong and God shall stay your hart
be bolde and haue a lust:
For sure the Lorde wyll take your part,
sith ye on him doo trust.
