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Beati quorum remissi sunt.
Psal. xxxii.
T.S.
Dauid punished with greuous sicknes for his sinnes, counteth them happy to whom God doeth not impute theyr transgressions. And after that he had confessed his sinnes and obteyned pardon, he exhorteth the wicked men to lyue godly, and the good to reioyse.
The
man is blest, whose wickednes.
the Lorde hath cleane remitted:
And he whose sin and wretchednes,
is hid and also couered.
And blest is he to whom the Lorde,
imputeth not hys sinne:
Whyche in hys hart hath hid no guile,
nor fraude is founde therin.
the Lorde hath cleane remitted:
And he whose sin and wretchednes,
is hid and also couered.
And blest is he to whom the Lorde,
imputeth not hys sinne:
Whyche in hys hart hath hid no guile,
nor fraude is founde therin.
For whilst that I kept close my sinne,
in silence and constraynt:
My bones did weare and wast away,
with dayly mone and playnt.
For night and day thy hand on me
so greuous was and smert:
That all my bloud and humours moist,
to driues did conuert.
in silence and constraynt:
My bones did weare and wast away,
with dayly mone and playnt.
For night and day thy hand on me
so greuous was and smert:
That all my bloud and humours moist,
to driues did conuert.
I did therfore confes my fault,
and all my sinnes discouer:
Then thou (O Lord) diddest me forgeue,
and all my sinnes passe ouer.
The humble man shall pray therfore,
and seke thee in due time:
So that the floudes of waters great,
shall haue no power on hym.
and all my sinnes discouer:
Then thou (O Lord) diddest me forgeue,
and all my sinnes passe ouer.
The humble man shall pray therfore,
and seke thee in due time:
So that the floudes of waters great,
shall haue no power on hym.
68
When trouble and aduersitie,
doo compasse me about:
Thou art my refuge and my ioye,
and thou doest rid me out.
Come hither and I shall thee teache,
howe thou shalt walke a right:
And will thee guide as I my self,
haue learnd by profe and sight.
doo compasse me about:
Thou art my refuge and my ioye,
and thou doest rid me out.
Come hither and I shall thee teache,
howe thou shalt walke a right:
And will thee guide as I my self,
haue learnd by profe and sight.
Be not so rude and ignoraunt,
as is the horse and mule:
Whose mouth without a raine or bit,
from harme thou canst not rule:
The wicked man shall manifolde,
sorowes and grief sustayne:
But vnto him that trusteth in God,
his goodnes shall remayne.
as is the horse and mule:
Whose mouth without a raine or bit,
from harme thou canst not rule:
The wicked man shall manifolde,
sorowes and grief sustayne:
But vnto him that trusteth in God,
his goodnes shall remayne.
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