Iubilate deo omnis terra.
Psal. lxvl.
T.S.
He prouoketh all men to prayse the Lorde, & to considre his workes,
rehersing two thinges most wonderful. He setteth forth the power of
God to affray the rebels, and sheweth how God hath delyuered Israell
from great bondage and afflictions, he promiseth to geue sacryfyce,
and prouoke all men to heare what God hath done for hym and to prayse hys name.
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Sing this as the .xviii. Ps.
[The first parte.]
Ye
men on earth in God reioyce,
with prayse set forth his name:
Extoll his might with hart and voyce
geue glory to the same.
How wonderfull, O Lorde, say ye,
in all thy workes thou art:
Thy foes for feare doo seke to thee,
full sore agaynst theyr hart.
All men that dwell the earth throughout
doo prayse the name of God:
The laude therof the worlde about,
is shewd and set abrode.
All folke come forth beholde and see,
what things the Lord hath wrought
Mark wel the wōdrous works that he,
for man to passe hath brought.
He laid the sea like heapes on hye,
therin away they had:
On fote to pas both fair and drye,
wherof theyr harts were glad.
His might doth rule the world alwaye,
his eyes all thynges behold:
All suche as would him disobey,
by hym shalbe controld.
Ye people geue vnto our God,
due laude and thankes alwayes,
With ioyfull voyce declare abrode,
and syng vnto hys prayse.
Whiche doth endue our soule with life,
and it preserue with all:
He stayeth our fete so that no stryfe,
can make vs slippe or fall.
The Lord doth proue our dedes with fire
if that they will abyde:
As workmen doo when they desyre,
to haue theyr metals tryde.
Although thou suffer vs so long,
in prison to be cast:
And there with chaines & fetters strong
to lye in bondage fast.
The secōde part.
Although I say thou suffer men,
on vs to ryde and raygne:
Though we through fyre and water ren
of very grief and payne.
Yet sure thou dost of thy good grace,
dispose it to the best:
And bring vs out into a place,
to liue in wealth and rest.
Unto thy house resort will I,
to offer and to pray:
And there I will my selfe applye,
my vowes to thee to pay.
The vowes that with my mouth I spake
in all my grief and smart:
The vowes I say whiche I did make,
in dolor of my hart.
Burnt offringe I will geue to thee,
of Oxen fat and Rammes:
No other sacrifice shalbe,
of bullockes goates and lamkes.
Come forth and harken here full sone,
all ye that feare the Lorde:
What he for my poore soule hath done.
to you I will record.
Full oft I call vpon hys grace,
thys mouth to him doth crye:
And thou my tonge make spede apace,
to prayse hym by and by,
But if I fele my hart within,
in wicked workes reioyce:
Or if I haue delyte to syn,
God will not heare my voyce.
But surely God my voice hath heard
and what I doo require:
My prayer he doth well regarde,
and graunteth my desire.
All prayse to him that hath not put,
nor cast me out of mynde:
Nor yet his mercy from me shut,
which I doo euer fynde.
