The whole Psalter translated into English Metre :: :: University of Virginia Library

The iust alway in mynde bearth this,
Wyth hart to ioye in God of his,
To prayse his name that mighty is,
For he geueth helpe and heauenly blis:
But vayne all other remedies,
But payne all worldly policies,
Remember this.

Exultate iusti in.

1

Reioyce in God: the Lord he is,
Ye rightwise men and do not mis,
The iust be bound to thanke iwis.
Repete ye this

2

Prayse ye the Lord: wyth melodies,
Wyth harpe and lute wyth simphonies,
Syng Psalmes to hym in Psalteries.
Forget not this.

3

Syng Carols new wyth iubilie,
To God the Lord in maiestie,
Hys laudes, hys prayse, sing hartely.
Well vse ye this.

4

His worde is true most certeinly,
His workes be wrought most faythfully:
Holde thys in hart most constantly.
Abuse not this.

5

He iudgement loueth: and right entent,
The earth therwith is all besprent,
Such grace and loue he downe hath sent,
Well trust ye this.

6

The heauens were made: by thys the Lord,
The hostes of them: by hys true word,
Hys breth of mouth: theyr power afordth.
Distrust not thys.

7

The seas on heapes: he doth them place,
As bottell close: he them embraceth
The depes he coutcht in secret space.
Denounce ye this.

8

Let all the earth: the Lord ifeare,
What man this world and mould doth beare,
Serue hym in dread: wyth gentle eare.
Renounce not thys.

9

He spake the word: and done it was,
The earth firme stoode in stable case,
What he dyd byd: it came to passe,
Reuolue ye thys.

10

All Paynyms wayes God doth reiect,
Uayne peoples dryftes by hym be chect:
Proude Prynces craftes he doth detect.
Dissolue not thys.

11

Gods counsayles aye shall all abyde,
Hys thoughtes of hart shall neuer slyde:
From tyme to tyme on neyther syde.
Respect ye thys.

12

What folke hath God Iehoua Lord,
Elect as heyre by hys accord,
O blest they be by truthes record.
Suspect not thys.

13

The Lord from heauen beholdth vs all,
All kynde of men both free and thrall:
He seeth theyr reyse: he seeth theyr fall.
Aduise ye thys.

14

From his high seat: he castth hys eyes,
All men to vewe theyr tract to spye,
Where euer they in earth do lye.
Despise not thys.

15

The hartes of all he shope no dout,
He knowth theyr thoughts wythin wythout,
Theyr workes what they do go about.
Repute ye thys.

16

No kyng is saued by route of host,
No giaunt strong for all hys bost,
Of strength and power though haue they most
Dispute not thys.

17

Strong horse is thyng: but weake agayne,
That man by hym myght safe remayne,
Both horse and man are all but vayne.
Approue ye thys.

18

Behold the Lord: holdth eye full iust,
On fearefull men whych hym do trust,
Wyth grace them guide he safely must.
Disproue not thys.

19

Theyr soule from death to ryd them quite,
In tyme of dearth to feede them ryght
All paynfull stresse he makth full lyght.
Betrouth ye thys

20

Our soule hath taryed quietly,
For thys our God assuredly,
Our guide, our shield most trustely.
Forslouth not thys.

21

Our hartes in hym wyll styll reioyce,
For hys good name we trust the choyce,
And sing we will in ioyfull noyce.
Repete ye thys.

22

Extend O Lord thy gentlenesse,
As we in thee haue trustinesse,
Thou art the Lord of ryghteousnes.
Forget not thys.