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The whole Psalter translated into English Metre

which contayneth an hundreth and fifty Psalmes

Parker, Matthew (1504-1575)

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The first Quinquagene.

To the Reader.

Of the vertue of Psalmes.

Henrie Haward Earle of Surrie in his Ecclesiastes.

Here beginneth the second booke of Psalmes.

The Seconde Quinquagene of Dauids Psalter, translated into Englishe Metre.

Here beginneth the thirde Booke of Psalmes.

Here beginneth the fourth Booke of Psalmes.

The third and last Quinquagene of Dauids Psalter, translated into Englishe Metre.

Here beginneth the fifth Booke of Psalmes.

Psalme. CVII.

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Certayne verses of the sayd Psalme otherwise translated.

Gloria Patri for diuers Metres.

Te Deum.

The song of the three Children.

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Psalme. XXXII.

The Argument.

Here hily aduanst
Gods grace do ye see:
Who sinne doth remit,
All wholy so free.

Beati quorum.

1

O happy be they,
Whose sins be releast:

This psalm aforesaid in an other Metre.

Who hath theyr offence
Whole hyd by request.

2

And happy the man
Whom God doth aquite:
Whose sprite hath no guile
To doubt of hys might.

3

For holding my tong,
My bones fell away:
I gronde in my hart,
All whole by the day.

Sela.

4

By nyght and by day,
Thy hand was to stout:
My moysture was dryed
Lyke sommer the drout.

Sela.

5

My cryme I bewrayed
Euen iust in thy sight:
I hyd not my gylt,
But brought it to light.

I cast wyth my selfe,
My fault to reueale:
And straight thou releast,
It euery deale.

6

For this shall we see,
All saintes to desire:
In sute for to bee
When tyme doth require.

Though trouble aryse,
as flouds when they grow
Yet shall they no tyme,
The iust ouerflow.

7

My bower thou art,
To keepe me at ease:
Thou fencest me about,
With songes of release.

Sela

8

To teache thee I will,
And guide thee the way:
On thee will I looke,
So neuer to stray.

9

But be ye not lyke,
The horse and the mule:
For brutish they be
And hard to recule.

Wyth bridle and bit
Their mouthes do ye strain
Lest at you they wynce
And turne so agayne.

10

The bad shal haue plages
On euery side:
Who trust in the Lord,
Them grace doth abide.

11

Ye men of the ryght,
Be glad to reioyce:
Ye true men in hart,
Be ioyfull in voyce.