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The Seconde Quinquagene of
Dauids 
Psalter 
, translated into Englishe Metre.
147
Psalme. LI.
The Argument.
A prayer pure and forme full good,for penitentes so meeke:
Thus Dauids hart: enbrued wyth bloud,
hys God for grace dyd seeke.
1
Haue mercy God: on me I craue,for thy great gentlenes:
Thy mercies store on me vouchsaue,
put out my sinfulnes.
2
But washe me depe: from all my sinne,for deepely falne I am:
O clense me clere: wythout, wythin,
from synne that beastly came.
3
For I confesse: my wyckednes,my state I fele most vyle:
In sight I beare: my giltines,
it doth myne eye reuyle.
4
To thee alone: I trespaced,I sind before thyne eyes:
That iust in word: thou mightst be tryed,
thou iudge so pure to ryse.
5
Behold in sinne: I shapen was,in natyue filth infect:
My mother me: conceyud alas,
in sinne of Adams sect.
148
6
But lo thou hast: the truth well loued,in hart alway to raigne:
Thys wisdome hid: to few approued,
thou shewest to me most playne.
7
Thou shalt me purge wyth Isope grene,so clensd, men me shall know:
Thou shalt me washe: to be full clene,
more whyte than is the snow.
8
Thou shalt make me: much ioye to heare,and rest for all my payne:
My shaken bones shall them besteare,
and ioye then once agayne.
9
From my misdedes: turne thou thy face,I cannot say to oft:
From out thy bookes: my gilt O rase,
to feele thy mercy soft.
10
Apuer hart: make thou in me,O God both good and true:
A rightful sprite: wythin to be,
my soule agayne renue.
11
From open sight of thy swete face,O Lord reiect me not:
Withdraw not thou: thy sprite of grace,
from me so desolate.
12
Thy ioyfull health: restore wyth all,to me thus tost wyth wo:
Wyth sprite most free: and principall,
strength me agayne to go.
149
13
Then wyll I teache: thy wayes for ryght,to all the wycked sort:
That they to the: conuerted quyte,
for comfort may resort.
14
Ryd me from all: bloudgiltines,thou God my God of health:
My tonge shal sing: thy ryghteousnes,
and iust condemne my selfe.
15
O Lord my lips: set open wyde,in thankes to make them free:
So shall my mouth: on euery side,
geue laudes most due to thee.
16
For thou regardst: no sacrifice,I would els geue it thee:
Nor yet requirst: by law precise,
our offrings brent that bee.
17
The sacrifice: to God elect,is iust a troubled sprite:
Good God thou wylt: no tyme reiect
a broken hart contrite.
18
O shew thy grace: and fauour yet,to Syon Dauids throne:
Ierusalem: that citie great,
build thou her wals of stone.
19
Then ryghteous hostes: thou shalt allow,whole offrings burnt in sight:
Wyth sacrifice: of calfe and cow,
they shall thyne aulters dyght.
150
Psalme. LII.
The Argument.
This Psalme inueith: and is full wroth,agaynst oppressours myght:
To Christ so Iudas fygure goth,
to Dauid Doegs spyte.
1
Why boast thy selfe: thou tyraunt thus?in malice vauntyng aye?
Knowst not that God is gracious?
to good men day by daye?
2
Thy tong contriueth: all crokednes,of hartes aboundance great:
Wyth guiles it cutteth in craftines,
as rasour sharply whet.
3
Thou malice louest: aboue all good,to hurt more then to helpe:
To hatch more lyes: then truth to broode,
lyke Adams byrd and whelpe.
4
Thou hast but loued: to speake all nought,that may perdition bring:
O thou false tong: thou hast but sought,
deceite by flatteryng.
151
5
Therfore shall God: quite thee subuert,thy house to take from thee:
And roote thee out: all ouerwhart,
no lyuing land to see.
6
In seyng thys: the ryghteous man,shall feare and worshyp God:
And shall say thus to scorne hym than,
in Gods so heauy rod.
7
Lo thys the man: that had no lust,in God hys strength to set:
But he in heapes: of gold dyd trust,
by sinne hys strength he met.
8
But I am lyke: in God hys house,a fruitfull Olyue grene:
In Gods good grace: most piteous,
my trust shall aye be sene.
9
I will laude thee: for euer iust,thy word doth neuer mis:
Thy name so good: shall be my trust,
wyth good men good it is.
152
Psalme. LII.
The Argument.
Thus clawbackes heare theyr shameWhom God shall once consume:
They Princes hartes enflame,
Wyth causeles ire to fume.
1
Why bragst in malice hye?O thou in mischiefe stout:
Gods goodnes yet is nye,
All day to me no doubt.
2
Thy tong to muse all euyll,It doth it selfe inure:
As rasour sharpe to spill,
All guile it doth procure.
3
Thou malice louedst to wrye,Aboue all goodnes walke:
And more thou louest to lye,
Then righteousnes to talke.
4
Yea loued thou hast no lesse,To speake one worde for all:
All wordes of noughtines,
Thou tong in fraude most thrall.
5
But God once thee shall wast,Shall stroy and scrape by hand:
Thy tent from thee at last,
To roote thee out of land.
6
And ryghteous men shall see,And feare therby shall take:
But yet at hym full free,
Good laughter shall they make.
153
7
O lo the man hymselfe,That made not God hys ayde:
That trustd in ryches wealth
Whose myght in mischiefe layde.
8
But I as Olyue greene,In Gods sweete house shall lay,
My trust hath euer bene,
In Gods good grace for ay.
9
I thee shall laude euen still,For thys thou dydst say I:
Thy name to wayte I wyll,
For good thy sayntes it spy.
Psalme. LIII.
The Argument.
Our natyue sinne this Psalme detecth,that sinners all be we:
And that from grace who be reiect,
confounded must they be.
1
The foole haue sayd: in hart euen so,no God at all to bee:
Wherfore corrupt foule sinne they do
to do good, none wyll see.
2
God looked down: from heauen so hye,on Adams children all:
Some prudent man: if he could spye,
that God would seeke or call.
3
But they be all astrayd and gone,abhominable made:
That would do good: not one, not one,
corrupt in all theyr trade.
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4
Know they no thyng: in hart so stoure,these wycked workers all?
My flocke as bread which do deuoure,
nor yet on God they call.
5
They were afrayd: where feare dyd lacke,to shame God put them ryght:
Men pleasers bones: God all to brake,
for he abhorde them quite.
6
Oh that by God to Israell,from Syon health were had:
Hys people thrall: no more to dwell,
to make all Iury glad.
Psalme. LIIII.
The Argument.
The iust here prayth hys God at neede,By hym hys ayde to winne:
Hys fayth so good must nedely speede,
Hys eye seeth proofe therin.
1
O saue me God: auouch me now,for thy names sake I pray:
In thy great myght: my ryght alow,
auenge me Lord I say.
155
2
O God so good: my prayer heare,thy grace I do appeale:
My wordes of mouth: accept wyth eare,
which hart doth now reueale.
3
For straungers lo: at me they rise,and tyrauntes seke my soule:
They haue no God: before theyr eyes,
they me both pill and powle.
4
Behold for God: my helper is,and stay of all my lyfe:
With other mo, he chiefe I wis,
who stayth my soule from stryfe.
5
Euen he shall all: my foes despite,into theyr laps retort:
Lord dryue them downe: thy truth so hyght,
for thou art whole my fort.
6
I will wyth hart most glad and free,geue sacrifice to thee:
I shall thy name (Lord) magnifie,
so good it is to mee.
7
For thou hast ryd: me quyte in deede,from all my griefe and wo:
As I did wishe: my foes to speede,
I saw theyr ouerthrow.
156
Psalme. LV.
The Argument.
As Dauid mournd to shame reiect,by them who semed his frendes:
The same did Christ, as his elect,
in lyke may haue lyke myndes.
1
Geue eare O God: to my request,in anguishe all be set:
Hyde not thy selfe: to myne vnrest,
from me thyne eares to shet.
2
Geue hede to me: thy grace impart,to my depe cry and call:
I mourne therin: and grone in hart,
now here, now there I fall.
3
For that my foes: so cry and rore,and me wyth spyte approche:
They mischiefe meane: and euermore,
in wroth they me reproche.
4
My hart doth faynt: sore vext it is,in great disquietnes:
Yea feares of death: be not remisse,
to do my hart distres.
5
Both feare and dread: thus tossing me,my tremblyng neuer blin:
Darke horrors depe: full prest they be,
all whole to wrap me in.
6
Wherfore I sayd: O that I had,to flye winges lyke a doue:
Then would I flye: to rest full glad,
and me from hence remoue.
157
7
No dout far of: I would me flitche,From hence to wildernes:
More there to dwell: than here wyth such,
in such vnrestfulnes.
8
I would make hast: to scape away,as fast as wynde could blow:
To flee thys storme: and tempest aye,
I would me safe bestow.
9
Destroy them Lord: theyr tonges deuyde,theyr counsayles scatter wyde:
Theyr citie wryth: to wrong a syde,
to stryfe and churlishe pryde.
10
Both day and nyght: theyr citie walles,are thus enuyroned:
In mids therof: all mischiefe falles,
and sorrow there exceedth.
11
All noughtines: and vyce doth raygne,in Ceyla citie so:
Deceyt and guile: wyth all that trayne,
theyr streetes full thorough go.
12
No open foe: workth me thys spyte,for hym then would I beare:
No enmy known: thus raysth hys myght,
whom I myght flee and feare.
13
But thou my mate: most deare to hart,as was my lyfe in state:
Whom I esteemd as guide in part,
as homely fellow grate.
158
14
Wyth whom so knit: we often tooke,both meate and counsayle sweete:
We neyther others once forsooke,
in Gods house aye to meete.
15
Let death them trap: full sodenly,euen quicke to fall to hell:
For vice wyth them: doth lodge and ligh,
theyr hartes wyth falshode mell.
16
But as for me: to God I cryed,and hence hym pray I wyll:
The Lord saued me: full oft I tryed,
I trust he shall do still.
17
At euen and morne I made my sute,at noone day instantly:
No tyme my cry: dyd he refute,
thus made importunely.
18
For he redeemd: my soule to peace,from war agaynst me set:
For many were wyth me to ease,
though they in numbers met.
19
Yea God himselfe: whych aye hath bene,shall heare me them to scourge:
No tyme to change: they wyll be sene,
wyth feare to God assurge.
20
He rearde hys handes: agaynst hys frendes,which ment hym peace and rest:
He brake hys league: that men so byndes,
together fast in brest.
159
21
Hys mouth more soft: then butter melt,though warre was stiffe in hart:
More smooth then oyle: hys wordes were felt,
yet were sharpe dartes and smart.
22
O cast thy care: on God so deare,what burthen thee oppresse:
He will thee feede: he cannot beare,
the iust to fall in stresse.
23
And thou O God: shalt stroy the fetche,of crafty bloudy men:
Theyr dayes to halfe: shall neuer retche,
to thee I yeld me then.
Psalme. LVI.
The Argument.
This prayth to God as innocent,Agaynst his foes so mad:
As Christ though pure: the Iewes dyd shent,
Yet he reioyceth full glad.
1
Haue mercy God: on me I pray,for man will treade me downe:
His fierce assaut: from day to day,
would make my hart to sowne.
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2
To swalowe me: my foes entend,as daily bent they lygh:
Full many one: do war extend,
on me, O thou most high.
3
But euer when: such feares inuade,my hart, to make me flee:
I trust yet well, therout to wade,
my fayth so cleauth to thee.
4
Prayse God I wyll: and trust hys worde,what hys good hand doth send:
I feare not fleshe: hys spyte and sworde,
to God my trust shall bend.
5
For daily me: they do depraue,both what I do and say:
In hart and tonge: at me they raue,
and me to harme they lay.
6
They flocke on me: and priuely,conspyrde they haue in stealth:
They wayte my wayes: my steps to stye,
to stroy my soule and wealth.
7
They put theyr hope: by guilefulnes,and craft, to scape away:
Yet once O God: thou wylt them stres,
in ire, for all theyr stray.
8
Thou seest my flightes: and often feares,thou markst them all full out:
Wythin thy bottell put my teares,
the booke them noteth no dout?
161
9
As oft as I: do call on thee,my foes then take theyr slight:
Therby my hart: doth full agree,
that God for me doth fight.
10
Of thys my God: for promyse iust,I wyll hym laude and prayse:
God wyll I prayse: and all my trust,
in hym I set alwayes.
11
On God I haue: me whole bestowde,a tyme though I be thrall:
What flesh can do: though all beshrowd,
I feare no whit at all.
12
Now fit for me: my vowes to pay,to God they be so hyght:
And hym due laudes: to sing by day,
and thankes in open sight.
13
For thou my soule: hast ryd from death,from fall thou keepst my feete:
To walke in lyght: whyle lyfe hath breath,
before my God so sweete.
162
Psalme. LVII.
The Argument.
The iuct for his deliuery,geueth thankes that God hym sped:
So Christ reioyste when he dyd stye,
to heauen when death was ded.
1
God pity me: O pitie me,on thee my soule is cast:
Thy wynges I trust: wyll shadow be,
till all thys spyte be past.
2
Thy trusty helpe: I wyll implore,of God my Lord most hye:
He wyll my cause: perfourme the more,
that now in hand doth ligh.
3
He shall from heauen: send down hys powerto saue from me their spite:
And those that would: my soule deuower,
wyth shame shall full be dight.
4
Twixt Lyons fierce: doth stand my lyfe,wyth fiery men I dwell:
Whose teeth be speares: and dartes in stryfe,
theyr tonges sharpe swordes and fell.
5
Aduaunce thy selfe: O God appeare,from heauens more hye thon they:
Thy glory great: set vp so cleare,
on all the earth to stay.
6
To catche my feete: a net they splayd,my soule they haue deprest:
Into that pyt: for me they layd,
themselues therin be threst.
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7
My hart is fixt: my hart is fixt,O God in thee full stayd:
And sing I will: my griefes betwixt,
in psalmes wyth musike playd.
8
Awake my tonge: my ioy awake,awake both harpe and lute:
Come forth, at morne: I me betake,
to sing wyth shaume and flute.
9
Thy laudes wyth thankes: out wyll I sound,when people meete aryght:
To sing O Lord: to thee so bound,
I wyll in Paynyms syght.
10
Thy mercy great: to heauens doth retch,what thyng can it denay?
To heauenly cloudes: thy truth doth stretch,
to mans most stable stay.
11
Set vp thy selfe: O God aboue,the heauens as is most meete:
Aboue the earth: thy glory moue,
the stoole of both thy feete.
164
Psalme. LVIII.
The Argument.
Saules counsaylours: so far fro ryght,This Psalme doth here dewray:
Whose craftes wyth like: shall God requite.
To sing once well away.
1
If iust your myndes: be truly set,ye counsaylours to ryght?
Iudge equally: in weyght and met,
ye sonnes of men in syght.
2
Yea ye in hart: do nothyng lesse,in earth to wrong ye bende:
Your handes do worke: all wyckednes,
though ye the ryght pretende.
3
These wycked walke: in froward wyse,from euen theyr mothers mylke:
Once borne they stray? and talke but lyes,
theyr wordes yet soft as silke.
4
Theyr poyson lyke: the poyson is,of venome cockatryce:
Euen Adder lyke: all deafe I wis,
who stopth her eares to ryse.
5
Who hateth to heare: the charmers voyce,charme he so neuer wyse:
Of ryght and wrong: they make no choyce,
all warnyng they despyse.
6
Wythin theyr mouthes: theyr teeth O God,crushe thou, they be to sharpe:
The Lyons mouthes: theyr iawes so brode,
breke Lord, proud wordes they carpe.
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7
To nought they passe: as water swyft,wythin it selfe doth slyde:
And when to shoote: theyr shaftes they list,
let them go broken wyde.
8
As snayle that wasth: let them so wast,thus creepyng crookedly:
As womans byrth: to tymely cast,
let them no sunne espy.
9
As tender ympes: of wycked thorne,before theyr pryckes be hard:
Men roote them vp: so all be torne,
by wrath they shall be marde.
10
Then shall reioyce: the iust and good,to see Gods vengeaunce come:
To bathe hys handes: in sinners bloud,
and thanke for hys good dome.
11
Then man shall say: wythouten mis,the iust hath iust reward:
No doubt a God: in earth there is,
to iudge in ryght regard.
166
Psalme. LIX.
The Argument.
Agaynst the proud: is made requestWho dealth wyth guile and fraude:
Whom God shall driue: to want theyr rest,
with famine ouer yawde.
1
From all my foes: deliuer me,O God my God thou art:
Shield me from them: in suertie,
that vp at me be start.
2
From workers bad: O saue my lyfe,wyth them no tyme to mell:
From bloudy men: whole set to strife,
make me most far to dwell.
3
For lo they wayt: my soule to catch,these freakes be met in spyte:
Though iust offence: they cannot latch,
at me O Lord of ryght.
4
Yet causeles they: styll flocke at mee,to hurt they them prepare:
Aryse therfore: O Lord and see,
helpe me now plungd in care.
5
Stand vp thou God: and Lorde of hostes,thou Lord of Iacobs lyne:
All Paynyms (Lord) vew thou theyr bostes,
spare not theyr wilfull cryme.
6
They go at euen: both to and fro,they grin as dogs to bite:
The streates they trot: in citie so,
as pickethankes them delyte.
167
7
Behold they speake: wythin theyr mouth,but swordes wythin theyr lyps:
They thinke belyke: none heare the sothe,
from them that falshode slips.
8
But thou O Lord: shalt them deryde,to scorne theyr mad attempt:
These heathen dogs: that barke so wyde,
from thee who can exempt?
9
My strength I will: kepe fast by thee,O God I will not shrynke:
Of thee I know: all strength to bee,
as rocke on thee I thynke.
10
For God of grace: wil me preuent,wyth mercy plentuously:
And how my foes: shall once be shent,
God shal make me to spy.
11
Yet slea them not: all sodenly,lest them my flocke forget:
But scatter them: a stray to fly,
deiect them Lord so great.
12
Theyr sinne of mouth: theyr word of tong,theyr pryde shall them betray:
For periury: they speake and wrong,
they prate but lyes all day.
13
Consume them Lord: in hasty wrath,consume them lest and most:
To know that guide: true Iacob hath,
euen God in euery cost.
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14
These men at euen: will them retyre,they grenne as dogs to byte:
The citie they: walke all on fyre,
as pickethankes them delyte.
15
For meate they range: both here and there,still hungry let them bee:
And satisfied: be they no where,
no rest or sleepe to see.
16
But I shall sing: thy strength and power,at morne to prayse thy grace:
For thou hast bene: my fort and tower,
In all my wofull race.
17
O thou my strength: all whole alone,to sing to thee I shall:
Thou refuge wart: in all my mone
my God most liberall.
169
Psalme. LX.
The Argument.
Whyle Saule dyd raigne: all Iury mournde,by Paynyms sore opprest:
In fayth to God: here Dauid tournd,
and conquerd them to rest.
1
O God thou hast repeald vs long,and scattred vs abrode:
Thy heauy wrath: fell vs among,
O turne and stay thy rod.
2
Euen thou that hast: sore shakt our land,well nye to shiuers rent:
Heale thou the brekes: by thy good hand,
it realeth to ruine bent.
3
Most dreadfull sightes: and dolorous,thou madest thy people spy:
Such wyne thou gauest: for drynke to vs,
which greued vs inwardly.
4
Yet hast thou geuen: thyne arke as signe,to such as feare thy name:
To blanke theyr foes: that would repyne,
thy truth protesth the same.
5
Thy louers all: great daungers fled,and rid from harmes full safe:
By thy right hand: let me be led,
and my requestes vouchsaue.
6
God spake the worde: in sanctuary,which makth me glad to byde:
I Sychem will: part myne to lye,
and Succoth vale deuyde.
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7
Myne Gilead: Manasses myne,both twayne be myne intiere:
My strength of head: is Ephraim,
and Iuda legistere.
8
So Moab stout: shall bow hys head,to serue as washepot aye:
On Edom land: my shoo shall tread,
ioy thou Philistea.
9
Than who shall lead: me strayt to flye,into the citie strong:
Who me will bring: to Idomye,
to conquere them among.
10
Art thou not he: O God I say,which thus hast cast vs out?
Whych dydst refuse: to lead the way,
to guide our armies stout?
11
O than be thou: our helpe at nede,to ease our troubles yet:
For humayn helpe: is vayne to speede,
mans arme to weake is set.
12
No doubt by God: we shall achyue,great acts we trust euen thus:
For he alone: our foes shall dryue,
to treade them down for vs.
171
Psalme. LXI.
The Argument.
This prayth in payne and stresse: as far exylde and fled,and thanks it giueth: for succor sent, it figurth chrict our hed
1
My cryeng heare O God,That voyce doth sing in song:
Geue eare to me: thus cast abrode,
as fled for feare of wrong.
2
From furthest coastes of earth,To thee shall come my cry:
Whyle hart feelth griefe: to rocke me lead,
That hygher is than I.
3
For thou hast bene my trust,In whome I hopt alone:
Of refuge strong: and tower so sure,
To fence from me my fone.
4
In thyne owne tente by thee,For aye I trust to dwell:
Wythin thy wynges: most couertly,
To lye I trust full well.
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5
For thou my God hast heard,My vowes and prayers sad:
And them thou gauest: an heritage,
Thy name who duly drad.
6
The kyng hys dayes wyth dayes,Thou shalt encrease in length:
Hys yeares to be: perpetuall,
Euen thus thou shalt hym strength.
7
For euer he shall dwell,Before hys God in sight:
O than prepare: hym grace and truth,
Which may defend hys might.
8
In Psalmes to prayse thy name,I will whyle world doth last:
And pay my vowes most thankfully,
From day to day as fast.
Psalme. LXII.
The Argument.
This Psalme exhorth: to God to stand,Agaynst all mens pursuites:
It shewth to faith: Gods mighty hand,
Mans brags it vayne reputes.
1
Shall not [illeg.] my soule: in silence looke,to God as subiect still?
From whom my helth: and helpe I tooke,
when woes my hart dyd fill?
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2
No dout he is my rocke and health,my fort of strength and ayde:
I trust the lesse: by foes in stealth,
to fall as one dismayde.
3
How long wyll ye: wyth wycked guiles,thus me poore man inuade?
Ye all shall quayle: as wall that reales,
as rotten hedge doth fade.
4
To driue hym low: they mete for this,whom God would haue excell:
They loue but lyes: theyr tonges can blisse,
theyr hartes yet curse to fell.
5
But yet my soule: to God be still,in silence pacient:
And tary him: in quiet wyll,
from whom shall health be sent.
6
No doubt I say: he is my strength,my health, my fortresse hye:
I feare no foyle: to shrynke at length,
where God doth fortifie.
7
Wyth God is layd: my health full sure,and he my glory iust:
My rocke of strength: that wyll endure,
in God is whole my trust.
8
Trust aye in hym: ye people whole,to hym poure out your hartes:
Our hope is God: O hym extoll,
he health alway impartes.
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9
But Adams broode: is vayne to see,mens children lyers bee:
They wayghed in schooles: ascend more hye,
more lyght then vanitie.
10
Then hope ye not: (lest vayne ye be)in wrong and robbery:
If ryches flow: aboundantly,
no hart to them apply.
11
God once dyd speake: and once agayne,and twyse I haue it harde:
That power is Gods: in stable raigne,
which we should all regarde.
12
And that O Lord: in thee aryght,is mercy mixt also:
For thou shalt quite: to euery wyght,
in deede as he shall do.
Psalme. LXIII.
The Argument.
Poore Christen man: opprest by might,May pray this psalme: with Christ hys head,
Who lawdes to God: did pay aright,
In desert set: where lyfe he led.
1
O God to thee: my God so strong,From mornyng watch: I cry in stresse
My soule and flesh: for thee they long,
In desert land, dry, waterlesse.
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2
Thus thee I trust: to see in place,Where resth thy grace: in holynes:
That I myght see: thy mighty face,
Thy glory hye: and noblenes.
3
For better is: thy goodnes yet,Than is thys lyfe: the blessednes:
Wherfore my lips: shall still beset,
To sing thy prayse: and worthines.
4
Thus all my lyfe: (Lord) thee shall blisse,And render thankes: obeysantly,
To lyft my handes: I wyll not misse,
Thy holy name: to glorifye.
5
Lo thus my soule: full frankt shall bee,As fed wyth fat: and marow sweete:
When that my mouth: in laudes so free,
Shall ioyous breake: to Carols meete.
6
Euen thus of thee: I myndefull was,When that in bed: I tooke my rest:
As watches all: the nyght dyd passe,
Of thee I musde: in gratefull brest.
7
Because thou wart: my helpe at neede,as helpe thou couldst: and so thou hast:
Therfore I wyll: reioyce in deede,
Wythin thy winges: thus safely plast.
8
For when my soule: was set to thee,As fast to ioyne: in feares assaut:
Thy mighty hand: then leande to mee,
And stayd me vp: wythout defaut.
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9
Now these which seeke: my soule to spyll,To bryng me downe: to see my graue:
In vayne I trust: they worke in wyll,
Theyr wynding sheete: they first shall haue.
10
Wyth edged sworde: they shall be threst,As they deuisde: to me full flye:
They shall be prayes: to sauage beast,
In Foxes lyues: lyke Foxe to dye.
11
The kyng in God: yet shall reioyce,For hys defence: in suertie:
Who swerth to hym: shall ioy the choyce,
For glauering lips: all stopt shall bee.
Psalme. LXIIII.
The Argument.
Heare Dauid blamth: hys foes attempt,and telth how dye they shall:
So Christ reprouth: the Iewes contempt,
and prophecieth theyr fall.
1
O heare my Lord: my voyce and cry,in tellyng thus my woes:
And kepe my life: in suertie,
from feare of all my foes.
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2
And hyde me Lord: from all the trayne,of cursed men in close:
From all theyr rowte: conspired agayne,
in wycked lyfe so lose.
3
Which wheth theyr tonges: as sword so sharpeand poyson dartes they shoote:
Euen bitter wordes: in tonge they carpe,
to bring me vnder foote.
4
To shoote at hym: in stelth they lye,who lyfe intiere doth beare:
On hym vnwares: theyr dartes they wry,
and haue therin no feare.
5
They strength themselfes in wycked pryde,theyr crafty fetch to ply:
They do conferre: theyr snares to hyde,
they say who them can spy?
6
They searche all spite: and do it round,that is by search comprisd:
What hartes most depe: or wit profound,
can fynde, is hye deuisde.
7
But God shall shoote: at them agayne,hys arrowes sodenly:
Wyth sundry woundes: he them shall payne,
all vnbewares to spye.
8
He then shall make: theyr proper tonge,theyr owne confusion:
That who them see: how they be wrunge,
shall shake as wo begone.
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9
All men shall see: thys worke ryght well,and much commend this acte:
As wrought by God: they shall it tell,
and wisely note the facte.
10
The ryghteous man: shall ioy in God,in hym to put his trust:
Yea all true hartes: shall ioy abrode,
that God kept me so iust,
Psalme. LXV.
The Argument.
For foyson thankes to God: the letter doth aforde,the sprite for that the church encreasth: by dews of his swete worde.
1
Al laudes be due to thee: O God in Zyon hil:with harty vowes: of thāks to thee, all Salē shal we fil
2
Which hearst requests so light: in faith made fast to theeall men for this: to thee ful glad, shal come in eche degree.
3
Ungodly dedes preuaild: on me so lowd they cryde:but thou our sins: wilt purify: as oft we haue if tryed.
4
O blest is he in all: whom thou doost chose and take:in thy courtes he: shall dwel full fed: where he al ioy shall make.
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5
O God most drad in ryght, heare vs thou art our health:To them that dwell: by sea or land, thou art theyr onely wealth.
6
Which mountains didst prepare: by theyr own strēgth to rest,So gyrt he is: with fortitude, of all the worthyest.
7
Which swagth the ragyng seas: wyth all theyr roring dinneSo all vprores: of multitudes: to stowage he doth winne.
8
And they that furthest dwel: in earth thy signes shall dread:Theyr goinges forth: at nyght & morne: thy laudes shall duely spread.
9
Thou vewst the earth for good: thou makest it rich in store,Gods fluds be ful: men food thou geuest: thou framdst the earth therfore
10
Her forowes thou doost moyst: thou breakst the clods in two:Thou makest thē soft: wyth rainy drops: her fruites thou blest euen so.
11
Thou crownst the earth full whole: wyth thy riche gentlenesthy cloudes as waynes: do cary showers, they drop fat plenteousnes.
12
Theyr fatnes eke distilth: on desert pastures wyde:The little hils: depe wet by them: shal ioy on euery side.
13
The playnes wyth flocks bespred: the vales wt wheat ful clad,Thus shal reioyce: and mercy sing: for fruitefulnes so glad.
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Psalme. LXVI.
The Argument.
An hymne of thankes to God: for helpe in tyranny:With sacrifice: the Iewes it song: in feastes most solempnely.
1
Reioyce to God wyth ioy: how wyde the land ye dwell:Expresse your ioyes: to shew how hie: his Godhed doth excell
2
And loke wyth song ye prayse: hys name most glorious:And thynke it is: your glory most: hys fame most hye to rowse.
3
Say thus before the Lord: how workst thou dreadfully?Thy power shall make: thy foes to stoupe: therin though fallen they lye
4
The earth all whole full low: shall worshyp thee as God:And sing in psalmes: they shal to thee: to sound thy name abrod[illeg.]
5
O come and note Gods workes: how wonderfull they are,So wrought to man: of Adams lyne: they passe mans wyt to [illeg.]
6
He turnd the sea to land: whose worke alone it is:that through the sea: dry shod they went: our fathers ioyd of t[illeg.]
7
He rulth the world by myght: hys eyes the Paynyms ve[illeg.]And who rebels: as voyd of fayth: no grace shall them ensue.
8
O blisse our God wyth thanks: ye people more and lesse:And see ye cause: all speche & voyce: that they his laudes expresse.
9
For he hath set our soule: in lyfe most safe and sound:He suffreth not: our feete to slyde: to slyp vpon the ground.
10
For thou O God most hye: hast proued vs narowly:Thou hast vs tryed: as siluer is: by furnace fined therby.
11
Thou broughts vs nye to traps: of foes besieged strayt:Our loynes & backs: bare painful lodes: of griefs in heuy way.
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12
Thou hast set man on vs: on thus our heds to ryde:We past by fire: and water to: yet roume thou gauest vs wyde.
13
Thy house I wyll go in: wyth offringes brent therfore:My vowes to pay: I wyll not misse: to the behight before:
14
Which vowes dyd cause my lyps: themselfe to open wyde:All which my mouth: dyd promise iust: when trouble me did stryde.
15
Brent offryngs wyll I geue: to thee of lambes most fat:Wyth smoke of rambes: wyth oxe and goat: I wyll ful glad do that.
16
All ye that God do feare: O come and harken now:I wyll you tell: how louingly: my soule he dyd auow.
17
I dyd but cry wyth mouth: my hart felt strayght his ease:My tonge therfore dyd hym extoll: wyth prayse it did not cease.
18
I[illeg.] yet thus in hart: ought wyckedly had ment:The Lord my sute would not haue heard: in suttle false entent.
19
Where now the Lord heard me: by proofe it is discust:My voyce and vowe: in prayer made: he dyd consider iust.
20
O bless be God which did: no tyme my sute reiect.No tyme his grace forsooke my nede: he neuer me neglect.
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Psalme. LXVII.
The Argument.
Thys song in all: propheticall,Doth cleare expresse: Christes raigne in flesh
Whose beames so bright: dyd shyne in sight,
That all to come: must prayse his dome.
Must prayse his dome.
1
God graunt wyth grace: he vs embrace,In gentle part: blisse he our hart:
With louyng face: shyne he in place,
His mercies all: on vs to fall.
On vs to fall.
2
That we thy way: may know all day,Whyle we do sayle: thys world so frayle:
Thy healthes reward: is nye declarde,
As playne at eye: all Gentils spye.
all Gentils spy.
3
Let thee alwayes: the people prayse,O God of blisse: as due it is:
The people whole: mought thee extoll,
From whome all thyng: they see to spryng.
they see to spryng.
4
All folke reioyce: lyft vp your voyce,For thou in sight: shalt iudge them ryght:
Thou shalt direct: the Gentiles sect:
In earth that bee: to turne to thee.
to turne to thee.
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5
Let thee alwayes: the people prayse,O God of blis: as due it is:
The people whole: mought thee extoll,
From whom all thyng: they see to spryng.
they see to spryng.
6
The earth shall bud: hys fruites so good,Then thankes most due: from it shall sue:
And God euen he: our God most free.
Shall blesse vs aye: from day to day.
from day to day.
7
So God our guide: shall blesse vs wyde,Wyth all increase: no tyme to cease:
All folke therby: on earth which ligh,
Hys name shall feare, and loue hym beare.
and loue hym beare.
Psalme. LXVIII.
The Argument.
The Hebrues sang this Psalme in warre, against their foes to fight:So Christen man: at Christ his foes: may pray the same in sprite.
1
Let God aryse: in maiestie: and scattred be hys foes:Yea flee they all: hys sight in face: to him which hateful goes
2
As smoke is driuen: & comth to nought: repulse theyr tyranny:At face of fyre: as wax doth melt: Gods face the bad mought flee
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3
But let the iust: be glad in thys: and ioy in God hys sight:For Gods great power: & stable truth: in myrth let them delite.
4
O sing to God: sound out hys name: see hym ye magnify:He rydeth on heauens: hys name is God: in him reioyce ye hie
5
He father is: to fatherles: of widowes iudge he is:Euen God hymselfe: which euer dwelth: in holy place of hys.
6
Thys God he makth the desolate: in housholdes great to grow:He loseth the thrall: quyte out of bandes: and bringth the wycked low.
7
O God when thou: wentst forth as guide: before the people outWhen thou dydst walke in wyldernes: which thyng thou dydst no doubt.
8
The erth then shooke: at face of god: the heuens did drop & swelMount Synay: Gods face dyd feare: Gods face of Israell.
9
Thou pourdst O God: thy fruitful shoures: on thine enheritāceWhen faynt they were: wyth ease agayne: theyr strength yu didst aduaunce.
10
Thy church and flocke: to dwel therin: thou shalt it thus refresh:So thou prepardst: for all thy poore: O God in gentlenes.
11
Such good effect: god gaue hys word: to them yt shewd his mightThey dyd out preach: his armies strong: how they exceld in sight
12
How kyngs wyth hostes: most fiercely set: yet fled discomfited:And householdes whole: that kept at home: the spoyle they dyd deuyde.
13
Though ye haue lyne among the pots: as black as coale in sightye shalbe whyte: as doue with winges: milke white and fethers bright
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14
Whē God great kings: threw out of land: though earst hys flock was blackethen gan they loke: as white as snow: as lyeth on salmons backe
15
Gods hyll is fat: as Basan hyl: a mount that stately standth:Wyth cliffes on hye: lyke Basan mount: it riseth it is so grand.
16
Why leape ye so: to spyte thys mount: ye toppy hillockes gay?This is gods mount: where God hath dwelt: he there shal dwel for aye.
17
Gods charets be: ten thousands twyse: of angels millions:Wyth them is God: wyth hys good grace: as God loued Syna ones.
18
Thou stiedst on hie: yu thraldom caughtst: receiuing gifts in menYea faythles eke: thou tookst to grace: that God myght dwell in them.
19
O blest be God: who day by day: doth heape hys gyftes on vs:Thys God is God: of all our health: in power most glorious.
20
He is our God: euen God I say: all health and wealth to shape:Yea death is ruld: by God the lord: whose dint by him we scape
21
This God shal wound: his enmies heds: he shal their worthies qwel:Their heary scalpes: to pare full nie: that still in sinne wil dwel.
22
God sayd I will: restore as once: from Basan myne I dyd:I will returne: all myne as once: from seas most depe I ryd.
23
That dipt thy feete: in all their bloud: may reade appeare at eye:That dogs myght licke: their enmies bloud: so read to be therby
24
Who lyst did see: O puissaunt God: thy great procedings hie:The goings iust: of thee my God: my king in sanctuary.
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25
Whē thanks were song: first singers went: thē minstrels moued theyr feete:In myds were set: the damsel maides: who playd with timbrels sweete.
26
When they in one: were ioyntly met: thus god they praysed wel:From hart the ground: they blest the Lord: who sprang of Israel
27
Small Beniamin: there ruler went: so Iudas tribe theyr stone:So went the Pieres: of Zebulon: and Neptaly came on.
28
Thus god hath bid all strēgth & power: for thee ful nye to be:With strength O God: cōfirme this worke: that yu hast wrought so free.
29
Frō thy sweete house: Ierusalem: make this thy strength procedeThen kings shal bryng: theyr offerings: to thee to praise thy dede
30
The launce mens routes: once scatred wyde: the peoples calues once tamde:When they shal stoupe: and presentes bring: and warring folks once shamde.
31
Then shal the Pieres: of Egipt land: for this come meke in sightThen Ethiops: ful soone shal yeld: to God their hands and might
32
O all ye realmes: of all the earth: sing ye to God of blis.Sing psalmes and hymnes: to testify: how worthy prayse he is.
33
To him that rydeth: on heauen of heuens: as he hath done of oldLo he his voyce: hath vttred forth: a voyce most strong and bold.
34
Ascribe to God all strength and myght: to Israel so showed:On whom his power: no lesse is wrought: then is on heauen be stowed.
35
O God thou art: full terrible: from out thy sanctuary:This Iacobs God: hys people aydth: O blest be God therby.
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Psalme. LXIX.
The Argument.
A sute of man in trouble bounde,that hath his hart opprest:
To Christ and his: it nye doth sounde,
as Paule somewhere exprest.
1
Saue me O Lord: in heauines,by woes depressed downe:
The ragyng waues: of all distres,
be falne my soule to drowne.
2
In myre so deepe: I sticke full fast,all bottomeles to see:
In waters deepe: downe am I cast,
the flouds haue whelmed mee.
3
In crying still: I wery go,my throate is horse and dry:
Myne eyes be dimme: and fainty so,
whyle God I wyshe to spy
4
My foes exceede: my heares of head,at me they causeles looke:
My foes preuayle: that wyshe me dead,
I payd I neuer tooke.
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5
Thou know O God: my folishnes,if ought amisse I dyd:
My crymes of lyfe: my simplenes,
from thee be neuer hyd.
6
Who wayte on thee: feele they no bostes,of shame for my desert:
O God the Lord: of Iacobs hostes,
let them feele neuer smart.
7
For sooth for thee: susteyned I,both shame and vyle reproofe:
My face is hyd: for infamy,
so felt for thy behoofe.
8
I was repute: as stranger fremd,to all my brethren bad:
As aliant: so me condemnd,
my mothers children had.
9
For why, the zeale: of thy sweete house,hath me vp eaten quite:
On me fell dedes: opprobrious,
of them that thee did spyte.
10
I wept and fast: my soule to chast,my body low to bryng:
Thus when I dyd: they did it cast,
to my disabelyng.
11
When sackecloth course: I put me on,to mourne my griefe the more:
Theyr laughyng stocke: and iestyng stone,
they made me then therfore.
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12
The Iudges eke: which sate in gate,on me they babled euill:
So dyd on me: wyne bibbers prate,
yea songes they made theyr fill.
13
Yet I O Lord: prayd whole to thee,in tyme acceptably:
For thy great ruthe: and veritie,
wyth helpe heare thou my cry.
14
O plucke me out: of myre and sand,before I sinke to steepe:
Let me escape: my haters hand,
to ryse from waters deepe.
15
Let me no tyme: by floudes and sea,all ouerflowne to bee:
Nor let the deepe: vp swalow me,
ne pit shit mouth on mee.
16
This graunt to mee: O God this day,thy grace is liberall:
Turne thy respect: to me I pray:
regard thy mercies all.
17
Hyde not thy face: and cherefull sight,from me thy seruant poore:
For greuous woes: on me be lyght,
make hast and heare therfore.
18
Draw nye my soule: to chalenge it,redeme and saue it well:
For these my foes: so haut they sit,
saue me from them so fell.
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19
Thou knowst what spite: what shame I bearewhat vyle rebukes I feele:
Myne enemies all: that me do deare,
be known to thee full well.
20
The shame hath pearst: and rent my hart,I feele all hartes disease:
I lookt if man would ease my smart,
but none was me to ease.
21
In stede of meat: for my repast,they gaue me bitter gall:
In my great thyrst: they esill cast,
to quenche my thirst wythall.
22
Theyr table be: to them a snare,theyr sweete meates tournd to sowre:
And that for ioy: they dyd prepare,
let theare but sorrow lowre.
23
Theyr eyes be darke: to see no lyght,and wyt be far fro them:
And make theyr loynes: to reele vpright,
be they lyke drunken men.
24
Poure out thy wrath: these frekes to strike,who walke so stubburnely,
And let thyne ire: and wrath a lyke,
take hold of them full nye.
25
Theyr dwellyngs fyne: be they supprest,that they theyr country lose:
In all theyr tents: let no man rest,
theyr stocke no man to chose.
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26
For whom thou smitest: they scourge in sport,as though thou wouldst them so:
Of thyne afflict: and wounded sort,
they talke wyth pleasure to.
27
O let them fall: from sinne to sinne,as thou dydst plague the blynde,
And suffer not: that they go in,
thy iustice it to fynde.
28
Be they cast out: of booke of lyfe,who thus impugne Gods grace:
No where in booke: memoratiue,
wyth iust men haue they place.
29
As now for me: for that I mourne,in paynes and dolours lye:
Thy health to me: O God returne,
to rayse vp me on hye.
30
Gods name I wyll: wyth prayse aduaunce,in song full deepe in hart:
I will in hymnes: hys laudes enhaunce,
hys grace to shew in part.
31
And thys shall please: God far aboue,(who is a sprite most pure)
Then Oxe or calfe: wyth horne and houe,
to offer hym (be sure)
32
The humble soules: shall thys beholde,reioyce they shall by lyue:
And ye that seeke: the Lord, be bold,
reioyce, your soule shall lyue.
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33
For God no doubt: the nedy heareth,they may reioyce more hye:
His prisoners: in eye he bearth,
he cannot them defye.
34
Let heauen and earth: and all betwene,hys worthy laud set out:
The sea and all: that creepth therin,
prayse hym all round about.
35
For God shall saue: sweete Zyon hill,hys place of godly rest:
And Iudas townes: build vp he will,
to dwell in them possest.
36
Hys seruauntes true posteritie,shall it enherite iust:
And they that loue: hys maiestie,
of dwellyng theare may trust.
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Psalme. LXX.
The Argument.
The iust man here: calth God to ayde,To be protect: from hasty brayde,
Of all hys foes (to hate) so ryfe:
By hys good hand: to be well stayde,
No tyme that he: be ouerlayde,
By weakenes frayle (of all) his lyfe.
1
O God to me: thyne helpe intende,In hast thy selfe: to mercy bende,
and me (O Lord) deliuer quite:
Lyke grace I craue: that thou extend,
Thy helpe from heauen: so downe to send,
to ayde me strong: by (godly) might.
2
In hast be they: confounded all,Wyth shamefull name: men myght them call,
Which seke (in hate) my soule to spill:
Be they put backe: and dryuen to wall,
All vyle reproofe: myght them befall,
who that to me: wyshe (any) euill.
3
Euen strayt fled backe: let all them bee,For theyr reward: foule shame to see:
these suttle (men but) glosers all:
Whose tong to fawne: can whole agree,
To say there there: lo thus to mee,
by guile (and craft) to make me fall.
4
But let all those: that seeke thy myght,With gladnes full: and ioy be dyght,
in thee theyr Lord (and God) all daye:
And let them all: that haue delite,
In thy sweete health: say still aryght,
the Lord (so good) be praysed aye.
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5
As now for me: though poore I ligh,Afflicted sore: in misery,
O Lord to me make (hasty) speede:
Thou art myne ayde: most trustely,
My God of all: deliuery;
to long (fro me) do not receede.
Psalme. LXXI.
The Argument.
The iust geueth thankes: to God aboue,Who kept his youth in stay:
So craueth he still: for further loue,
In age no tyme to stray.
1
My trust O Lord: in thy good name,I haue (in hart) alway reposde:
Let neuer me: be put to shame,
from hope (I haue) to be deposde,
2
In thyne owne grace: and righteousnes,all quyte (from harme) deliuer me:
Inclyne thyne eare: to my great stresse,
to saue (my lyfe) and make me free.
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3
Both rocke and wall: be thou to me,to which (most sure) I may resort:
Thy will it is: that kept I be,
my holde thou art and (stable) fort.
4
And make me scape: the tyrannye,my God (and Lord) of wycked foe:
To scape the hand: of man to spye,
both false (in hart) and cruell to.
5
Thou art my hope: and patience,O Lord for whom I (dayly) long:
From euen my youth: my confidence,
thou hast (no dout) bene euer strong.
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For sith my birth: by thee alone,full sure (by thee) were kept my wayes:
Thou pluckst me out: my mothers wombe,
my mouth (therfore) shall sprede thy prayse.
7
A monster great: men me report,so many iudge (that be) vniust:
But yet thou art: my stable fort,
in whom is all my (hope and) trust.
8
O let my mouth: wyth prayses flow,that thee I may land (alway) thus:
That I may sing: to hye and low,
thyne honour (great most) glorious.
9
In tyme of age: reiect me not,that out (from thee) I be not cast:
And leaue me not: all desolate,
in (needefull) tyme when strength doth wast
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10
For now my foes: together iet,in counsayle whole (they do) conspire:
To rayle at me: they be all set,
to trap my soule in (hateful) ire.
11
They say hym God: hath whole reiect,sue on (therfore) and take hym now:
And full ye may: on hym be wrect,
for none (in earth) wyll hym auow.
12
O God from me: depart not far,O God my God (to thee) I cry:
From me thy helpe: do not debarre,
make hast (to come) my foes be nye.
13
And let them all: confounded bee,to sinke (and drowne) who seke my soule,
Let shame them take: and vilanie,
who wishe my lyfe (my soule) to foyle.
14
As now for me: most quietly,I will abyde thy (louing) hand:
Yea day by day: more earnestly,
my mouth (and tonge) shall prayse thy sond.
15
My mouth shall tell: thy righteousnes,thy sauing health (to me) all day:
But ende of this: great gentlenes,
I can not thinke or (wholy) say.
16
In this my hope: I will go on,in God my Lord (so great) of power:
I will expresse: of thee alone,
thy truth (so ferme) both day and hower.
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17
For thou O God: hast taught me well,from (all my) youth vnto this day:
Thy meruels I: therfore will tell,
thy wonders (great and) how they lay.
18
But me in age: when heares be white,depresse me not (O Lord) adowne:
I will first tell: thy power and myght,
this age (that is) and them to come.
19
For sure O God: thy truth is seene,to heauen (aboue) lyft vp so hye:
Things great by thee: so wrought hath bene,
who can (in power) be lyke to thee.
20
How great and sore: aduersitie,thou madest me oft (in lyfe) to spy:
Yet didst thou turne: to quicken mee,
from deepe (of stresse) to rayse me hye.
21
Beside thou didst: encrease my raigne,with honor (much so) more and more:
When turnd thou wart: and pleasd agayne.
of ioy (so glad) thou gauest me store.
22
I will thee prayse: in psaltry sweete,my God (and Lord) thy truth to tell:
To thee my harpe: shall stand as meete,
O Lord (so good) of Israell.
23
My lips and mouth: both fayne and glad,shall be (alway) to sing to thee:
So shall my soule: for mercy had,
Which thou (by grace) hast made so free.
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My tonge shall talke: thy righteousnes,from day to day (and that) euen still:
Because wyth shame: thou dydst represse,
my foes (so fierce) that wisht me euill.
Psalme. LXXII.
The Argument.
In letter prayd: king Dauid playne,His sonne to spede: in all hys raigne:
In sprite more true: yet ment it is,
Of Christes God sonne: and king of blis.
1
Bestow O God: thy iudgements trueUpon the kyng: annoynted due:
Thy iustice eke: geue thou therto,
To this kings sonne: in it to go.
2
Then shall he iudge: the people ryght,The good to saue: the bad to smyte:
He shall the poore: afflict defend,
The meke to quyte: the proud to bend.
3
The mountaines great: swete peace shal bringUnto thy folke: in gouernyng:
The smaller hils: shall righteousnes,
So sprede a lyke: in faythfulnes.
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4
The simple sort: in misery,To holde their right: he shall applye:
The poore mans childe: he shall protect,
And briber stroy: that him so wrect.
5
They shall feare thee: in reuerence,As long as sunne hath influence:
Or while the moone: her face doth showe,
From age to age: from hye to lowe.
6
He shall come down: as rayn from seas,On grasse new shorne: or woll the flease:
As showers sweete: on earth do lyte,
To cheare all thing: in fruitfull sight.
7
In his good dayes: all rightwise men,Shall floryshe then and rise agayne:
Sweete peace shalbe: on euery side,
As long as Moone: her sphere doth ryde.
8
From sea to sea: his rule shalbe,From Palestyne: to deepe red sea:
From Euphrates: to holy land,
From cost to cost: how wyde it standth.
9
The Ethiopes: in wildernes,Full meeke to hym: shall bowe their knees:
His foes shall seeme: to licke the dust,
All prostrate ligh: to hym they must.
10
Of Tharsys kings: and other Iles,shall gifts present: him otherwhiles:
Of arabye: and saba kings,
shall humbly bryng: their offeryngs.
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11
To make short tale: what kings there be,In earth must geue: hym homage free:
Yea nations all: shall them submyt,
To hold of hym: and kysse his feete.
12
For he the poore: shall soone releife,The crying wretch: to ryd from griefe:
The nedy man: all comfortles,
Without all helpe: he will release.
13
I saye agayne: he will be good,To nedy man: and poore of bloud:
Though here he be: both torne and brent,
Their soules to saue: he will consent.
14
Their soules from fraude: in vsurye,He will them ryd: that tyranny:
Theyr names to him shall shine full cleare,
Their bloud, his sight: shall count full deare.
15
And liue he shall: to hym shalbe,So geuen the golde: of Arabye:
He shall for poore: make sute alway,
The poore for it: shall prayse hym aye.
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One hand full sowen: of wheate on hyll,For growth and length: then shake it will.
In Lybanon: eke trees so hye,
As greene as grasse: all townes shall lygh.
17
Hys name shall still: and aye endure,Before the sonne: it was full sure:
Hys grace shall blesse: all people iust,
All heathen him: shall prayse and trust.
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18
This God our Lord: he blest full well,Euen iust the God: of Israell:
He wondrous thinges: doth worke alone,
All mysteries: by hym be done.
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Hys name be blest: in vnitie,For euer one: in trinitie:
This name shall fill: the earth agayne,
Say we therto, Amen, Amen.
The ende of the second booke.
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Here beginneth the thirde Booke of Psalmes.
Psalme. LXXIII.
The Argument.
This musing Psalme: by Dauid made: to Asaph put to sing,Doth shew the endes of good and bad: what vice what vertue bringth.
1
O good is God: to Israell,To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
2
But yet my feete: wel nye were gone: to dout of godly wayes,My steps of lyfe: almost were slipt: to renne in lyke astrayes.
3
For why I fret: all whote in zeale: to note how sinners were:In peace wyth blisse: all whole beset: the good men all in feare.
4
For they of death: feele no distresse: nor much it doth them fret,Theyr strength is fresh: in euery part: well fed and fat they iet.
Yet good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
5
Misfortune none: befalth these men: no labour pressth them hard:They haue no scourge: as other men: all welth is theyr reward.
6
Of this ariseth: their hawty pride: wherin they vaunt so stout:All clad they bee: wyth wyckednes: and wrong euen round about.
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7
With fatnes foule: theyr eyes be sweld: their gullets feele no thurstTheir paunches ful: their helth so quart: theyr hartes excede in lust
Yet good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
8
And others they: corrupt with talke: they speake all that is noughtThey do blaspheme: euen God aboue: such rage dewraith their thought.
9
For vp to heauen: they cast their mouth: Gods prouidēce to scorneTheir tong in earth: must beare the rule: by them ye poore is lorne.
10
This makth all folke: to fall to them: to sue their wealth vnto:Their water cups: to drinke in part: to ease theyr want and wo.
Yet good is God: to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
11
The people mad: tush say they all: do God such matters know?Hath God aboue: respect or care: of thinges so done below?
12
For lo say they: these wycked men: they prosper well in all:The world is theirs: as ioly men: all goodes to them befall.
13
And some of them: sayd thus agayne: my hart I clensd in vayne:To purge my lyfe: from suttle art: I count it folish payne.
Yet good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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14
Thus vext I went: afflict in hart: all day by wycked sect:In early morne: sore scourged I was: to haue this case detect.
15
I had almost: sayd euen as they: lo then I had bene wood:For so should I: haue euill reproued: thy flocke of children good.
16
I sought and sought: to search it out: O Lord what this might be:But thou O God: so secret wart: it was to hard for me.
Yet good is God: to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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I doubted still: tyll God I sought: in hys most saintly place:To note hys wont: in all their endes: at last of all theyr race.
18
I spied thou setst: theyr slipper state: in brittle goodes vnclere:Thou cast thē down: on hed to nought: yea when most hie they were
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O how they quayld: most sodenly: cast down and perisht quyte?For their misdeedes: & wyckednes: to nought brought down in sight.
Then good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
20
As dreames so vayne: do vanyshe quite: from man yt wakth frō slepeTheyr image Lord: so shalt thou stroy: thy citie not to kepe.
21
Myne inward ghost: sore vext it was: before this case I knew:It pearst my raynes: and rootes of hart: to note their workes vntrue
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22
So fond I was: and ignorant: in secret workes of thee:To brute beast lyke: all voyde of wit: so dull thy trade to see.
For good thou art: to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
23
But yet O lord: though thus I thought: I was held vp by thee:My right hand yet: thou heldst so vp: that far I dyd not flee.
24
As me thou taughtst: so hence thou wylt: teach me thy secret wil,And after that: with glory bright: my soule with ioy to fill.
25
For whome haue I: in heauen but thee: to loue or trust aright:Or who in earth: can health impart: but thou my harts delight.
All good thou art to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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Though flesh & hart: here fayled me: thou didst not me forsake:Thou art O God: my strength of hart: my part thou art to take.
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For lo who far: from thee do stray: they perishe shall no doubt:A whoryng who: eke renne fro thee: thou driuest them al to nought
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But good for me: by God to hold: in thee O God to trust:To tell thyne actes: how good thou art: in Syon gate full iust.
O good is God to Israell,
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
To them of perfect hart:
Though wycked men: haue here the sweete,
And good men feele the smart.
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Psalme. LXXIIII.
The Argument.
A sore complaint (here may) ye read,Agaynst Gods foes so vayne:
Which Christ his worde: and eke his flocke,
Pursue wyth myght and mayne,
1
Why art so far: O God (our God)For euer wylt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee)
2
O God (our Lord) thinke thou vpon: thy congregation dere,Of olde so strong: possest by thee: whom thou redemst so clere.
And thynke vpon the (chosen) lot: of thyne inheritaunce:
Of Syon mount: wherin thou dwelt: wyth thy good ordinaunce.
Of Syon mount: wherin thou dwelt: wyth thy good ordinaunce.
3
Lift vp in hast: thy feete (and handes) confound thy foe in face:How hath he stroyd: thy sanctuary: the seat of thy good grace?
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Why art so far O God (our God)
For euer wilt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
For euer wilt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
4
Thy foes dyd rore (full hye) in pryde: in tyme of feastfull day:As conquest signes: in temple there: theyr banners did they splay.
5
Where he that once did (cut and) hew: a beame or sparre of wood:To beautifie: thy temple worke: was thought deuout and good.
6
But now they boast (and brag) herein: to pull all down to nought:To breake with mall: & eke wyth axe: the gates of caruers wrought
And yet art far: O God (our God)
For euer wilt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
For euer wilt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
7
Yea fyre (and flame) now haue they set: vpon thy holy place:They haue defylde: & cast to ground: ye house where dwelt thy grace
8
They sayd (in wrath) to stroy them quite: let vs in one consent:Gods houses thus: in all the land: they haue all wholy brent.
9
We (now can) see no wonted signes: there is no Prophet more:Not one wyth vs: of wisdom sage: to ease our bondage sore.
And yet art far: O God (our God)
For euer wylt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: against thy shepe,
Of pasture (as we be.)
For euer wylt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: against thy shepe,
Of pasture (as we be.)
10
How long O God: shall thus (in spite) the aduersary brayd.Thy house, thy feastes: thy fold deface: hys brags at thee be layd?
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How long I say: shall he (so mad) thy holy name blaspheme,
For euer thus: hym shall we see: thy power so lyght to deme?
For euer thus: hym shall we see: thy power so lyght to deme?
11
Why than (O Lord) hold still thy handes: & winkst at this his spite?Thy hand draw out: of bosom soone: to stroy thy foes by myght.
Why art so far: O God (our God)
For euer wylt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy shepe,
Of pasture (as we be.)
For euer wylt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy shepe,
Of pasture (as we be.)
12
Yet God my kyng (and Lord) he is: of olde in yeares now gone:He health bestowd: on all the earth: himselfe doth it alone.
13
Thou didst deuyde the sea (as once) by myght of thy great hand:The Dragons heds: thou brakest in two: so drownd by sea & land.
14
Thou crushedst the head of Whales (I say) Leniathan so great:For thy dere flocke: thou madest hym meat: which was in desert set.
Then why art far from vs (O God)
For euer wilt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
For euer wilt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
15
Of stony rockes so (flinty) hard: thou broughtst out fluds & springsAnd so thou driedst: great waters vp: for all theyr gatheryngs.
16
The nyght & day: be thine (at will) thou spreadst both light & sunneThe sunne by day: to shyne so cleare: by nyght to shyne the Moone.
17
The costes of all: the earth (so wyde) thou dydst them place ful dueThou summer madest: and wynter both: eche other right to sue.
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And yet art far: from vs (O God)
For euer wylt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
For euer wylt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
18
Remember this (in mynd) O Lord: thyne enmies how they vaunt,How folishly: the people haue: reuylde thy name a taunt.
19
Geue not thy turtels (sely) soule: to beast of cruell port:Forget not aye: the company: of thyne afflicted sort.
20
Behold thy pact: ones made (to vs) for darkenes pestilent:Is spred the earth: where theeues do dwell: both false and violent.
And yet art far from vs (O God)
For euer wilt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.
For euer wilt thou flee?
Why fumeth thy wrath: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.
21
O suffer not the poore (that is) contryte to feele a shame:But let the poore: and nedy soule: for helpe aye prayse thy name.
22
Ryse God (awake) and iudge thy cause: thy foe thou seest extreme:Beare still in mynde: hys vyle attempt: for daily he blasphemth.
23
Forget not thou the (ragyng voyce) the brags of all thy foes:Theyr boasting pryde: do mount alway: at thee theyr hatred goes.
O than be nye: O God (our God)
For euer do not flee?
And fume no more: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
For euer do not flee?
And fume no more: agaynst thy sheepe,
Of pasture (as we bee.)
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Psalme. LXXVI.
The Argument.
A prophecy: of Christ ye spye,who threath the wycked state:
Not so to wry: their tiranny,
to wreke poore men in hate.
1
We do confesse: and thankes expresse,to thee O God wyth prayse:
Thy name is nye: as testifie,
thy wondrous workes alwayes.
2
When tyme most fit: shall serue to it,I then will iudge the ryght:
In day so set: when men be met,
all hartes to sprede in sight.
3
Proud earthly man: shall melt euen than,who dwelleth on earth shall quaile:
I set the ground: of earth so round,
I can it shake no fayle.
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4
I did vpbrayd: such fooles and sayd,deale not so madly sirs:
To wycked rout: I spake full out,
blow not your horne to fierce.
5
Lift not to hie: your horne sayd I,your power all wrong ensuth:
Wyth stubburn neckes: speake you no checks
but bend your hartes to truth.
6
For hye renowne: commeth not adowne,from East, or West, or South:
How wyde ye bee: ye cannot flee,
this Gods true worde of mouth.
7
For God iwis: right domes man is,no thought can scape his eyes:
Hym throweth he downe: hym doth he crown
as he can best deuise.
8
In Gods ryght hand: a cup theyr standth,of wyne full red to see:
But mixt wyth lies: and dregs it lighes,
which he poorth diuersly.
The good at brynke: the cleare doth drynke,
God brinche them gently so:
The bad doth sup: the dregs full vp,
the botomes troublous wo.
God brinche them gently so:
The bad doth sup: the dregs full vp,
the botomes troublous wo.
9
Still will I talke: such wonted walke,of Iacobs God and Lord:
His doomes to sing: hym worshippyng,
I will wyth hartes accord.
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10
And God sayth thus: downe will I crushe,all hornes of wycked men:
Euen so will I: exalt on hye,
all ryghteous power agayne.
Psalme. LXXVI.
The Argument.
Against oppressours tyrannous,who put Gods flocke to wrong:
This Psalme would they: should well discusse,
Gods power and hand so strong.
1
In Iury God: is known full well,the ryghteous doth confesse:
His name is great: in Israell,
the wycked sayth no lesse.
2
His tabernacle: Salem is,a place of peace most sweete:
And Syon hill: a seat of his,
where raignth hys grace full meete.
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3
This God euen there: for all theyr sake,his loue so them behelde:
Bowe, arrowes, sword: and shield he brake,
all battayle set in field.
4
Thou Syon mount: doost more excell,in honor fame and myght:
Then robbers hils: where that they dwell,
how fierce they range in sight.
5
These Gyantes proud: of stomacke fell,euen they be spoylde agayne:
They slept theyr sleepe: though full they swell,
theyr handes shall nought retayne.
6
O Iacobs God: at thy reproofe,these tyrantes fell to ground:
Theyr charets splayd: and strayed aloofe,
both horse and man I drownd.
7
Euen thou alone: thou fearefull art,in wrath agaynst the proud:
Who can resist: thyne irefull dart,
O Lord who euer could?
8
From heuen thou madest: thy iudgement soūdthat earth thy power myght heare:
So earthly man: was soone on ground,
he shooke and quayld for feare.
9
When God arose: to iudge in ryght,hys sayntes opprest wyth smart:
Then dyd hys strength: appeare in sight,
to saue the meke in hart.
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10
Mans fiercenes past: shall full set out,thy prayse (O Lord) no lesse:
Their traynes & guiles: which stil they clout,
from hence thou shalt represse.
11
Then vow your vowes: and pay them well,to your Lord God full glad:
I byd you all: which nye hym dwell,
bryng giftes to God so drad.
12
Stout Princes sprites: so furious,he can both quenche and quell:
On them his hand: is wonderous,
how fierce in earth they swell.
Psalme. LXXVII.
The Argument.
Strong fayth in voyce: with diligence,for helpe he cryeth a lowd:
He stickth to Gods: good prouidence,
and seeth himselfe alowd.
1
To God to cry: in voyce I will,to God I say in voyce:
He shall to me: geue eare full still,
to make my hart reioyce.
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2
In troublous dayes: the Lord I sought,my woundes still ranne by night:
My handes and strength ful low were brought
my soule fled comfort quyte.
3
I will of God: yet mindfull be,to wayle I wyll not cease:
Whan I my soule: sore vext shall see,
my voyce shall not decrease.
4
Thou holdst myne eyes: full waking still,that rest I none can take:
So faynt and weake: I haue no wil,
once speche by mouth to make.
5
I did therfore: than strayt recownt,the dayes of olde ferne yeares:
I did reuolue: the fathers wont,
in their distresse and feares.
6
My songs from mynde: shall not depart,to others which I sing:
By night I muse: and talke in hart,
my sprite searcht euery thinge.
7
And thus I playne: wyll God my Lord,absent himselfe for aye?
Shal I be thus: so sore abhorde,
will he his grace denay?
8
Hys pytye great: will it a waye:for euer not to tourne:
And will his worde: now ende (I saye)
to make vs still to mourne?
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9
Hath God forgot: to pytye thus?can he himselfe forget?
And will he shut: so hard from vs,
his loues and mercyes great.
10
At last I sayd: this wauering,declareth my frayltye fonde:
But I entend: in mynd to bryng,
the chaunge of his good hande.
11
My Lords great actes: I will recount,my fayth to hym to bynde:
His wondrous workes: how hye they mount,
In tymes of olde to fynde.
12
In all thy workes: so wrought by thee,my study whole shall stand:
My talke shalbe: most frankly free,
to spreade thy dedes of hand.
13
Thy way O God: I see is set,in holynes all bryght:
What God is like: in glory great,
as this our God of might?
14
Thou God art he: which openly,workst wonders hye as God:
To people farre: and sonderly,
thy power thou spredst abroade.
15
Thou hast redeemd: with might in deede,thy people tenderly:
Olde Iacobs stocke: and Iosephes seede,
escapt by thee they be.
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16
The waters deepe: saw thee O God,the waters deepe saw thee:
They were afrayd: to feele thy rod,
the depthes dyd quake to see.
17
Thy cloudes raynd down: so waters fell,the heauens for sound dyd ryng:
The stones of hayle: were arrowes fell,
by them thy foes to wryng.
18
Thy thunders noyse: dyd rumble stout,in ayre the sphere aboue:
Thy lightnyngs shoone: all round about,
the earth dyd quake and moue.
19
Thy way in sea: is large and wyde,thy pathes in waters great:
Thy footesteps yet: cannot be spied,
how there thy feete be set.
20
Thou ledst thy people pastor like,as sheepe in all theyr way:
By Moses hand: thou didst them keepe,
whom Aaron helpt to stay.
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Psalme. LXXVIII.
The Argument.
This hye profound: oration,A monitorie is:
To God to turne: to trust vpon,
by workes so great of his.
1
My people kinde: heare this my law,true lore it full auowth:
Inclyne your eare: in gentle awe,
to harke my wordes of mouth.
2
My lipes sage sawes: shall now vnfolde,which parables might seeme:
And prouerbes straunge: of yeares of olde,
how we should God esteeme.
3
Which thinges we haue: both hard and tride,to be most certen true:
Which fathers olde: to vs a lyed,
vs tolde that should ensue.
4
Not we therfore: will hyde the same,from their posterytye:
To them to tell: Gods lauds and fame,
his wonders straunge to see.
5
He made a pact: with Iacob iust,and law set Israell:
Wherin he chargd: our fathers trust,
these things their seede to tell.
6
That so myght all theyr linage know,in ages still to come:
To ryse and sprede: to hye and low,
Gods actes to his renome.
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7
That they therby: myght truly set,in God affiaunce strong:
That they should not: hys workes forget,
but kepe his hestes full long.
8
Lest they should proue: theyr fathers lyke,a faythles stubburne kynde:
A people loth: the ryght to seke,
which fell from God in mynde.
9
All lyke the tribe: of Ephraym,in armes wyth dartes and bowes:
Yet turnd theyr backes: at fightyng tyme,
and had foule ouerthrowes.
10
They kept not (lo) true tutch wyth God,hys pact they oueryed:
From hys sweete hestes: they strayd abrode,
to walke hys law they fled.
11
And soone forgate: what done had he,to them as beastes vnkynd:
His wondrous workes: that they had seene,
were cleane cast out of mynd.
12
Great meruels wrought: his mighty hand,in theyr forefathers sight:
At Zoan field: in Egipt land,
to shew hys power and might.
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13
He cut the seas: apart to stand,as walles erect on hye:
He led them through: to go to land,
while they like heapes did lygh.
14
He led them forth: in Iorneys right,by clowde as guyde by day:
By night whole out: in firy lyght,
his angels kept their way.
15
He claue the rockes: in wildernes,how hard so euer growne:
Where out he slackt: theyr thirstines,
as flouds from depthes had flowne.
16
He made the stone: to gushe in streams,from them did water strike:
Though flyntes by kynd: kepe fiery leames,
God made them drinke to kepe.
17
For all this yet: agaynst his will,they sinned more and more:
They hym prouokt: in desert still,
for all his gentle store.
18
They tempted God: to proue hys power,theyr hartes went much astray:
They would haue meat: at present hower,
theyr lustes they would assay.
19
Agaynst theyr God: most euery where,they spake lyke rebels thus:
Can God prouide: a table here,
in wyldernes for vs?
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20
He strake the rocke: the waters spred,as streames they flowed in deede:
But can (say they): God geue vs bread,
or flesh hys flocke to feede?
21
When God this heard: he was full wroth,his fyre in Iacob brent:
Hys heauy plage: in anger goeth,
euen downe on Israell sent.
22
Because no hope: in God they layde,that he could feede theyr want:
Nor yet put trust: in hym for ayde,
God made theyr hartes to pant.
23
He dyd commaund: the cloudes aboue,which flote the ayre about:
He bade the heauens: theyr gates remoue,
to poure theyr giftes full out.
24
Then rayned downe: that Manna sweete,therof that they should tast:
He sent them down: about theyr feete,
from heauen thys vyand cast.
25
O wondrous act: that man dyd eate,such foode of aungels strong:
He pourd them down: theyr fill of meate,
their pitched tentes among.
26
He made the East: wynd blow hys blast,amid the heauen in length:
He forst the southwynde blow as fast,
by hys great power and strength.
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27
So than he raynd: as thicke as dust,of flesh aboundant store:
And fetherd foules: to fill theyr lust,
as thicke as sand on shore.
28
Amid theyr tentes: it fell as motes,not far to seeke therfore:
Euen round about: theyr dwellyng cotes,
it dyd them serue the more.
29
They thus dyd eate: and fed they were,full vp vnto the chin:
He graunted them: theyr lust so far,
what they could wishe therin.
30
Theyr lust was not: abased so,for still in lust they quothed:
And whyle they chowd: both to and fro,
in mouth this meat they lothed.
31
Lo wrath from God: was kyndled then,he slew theyr worthies great:
He feld to ground: theyr chosen men,
in Israell beset.
32
For all this yet: they sinned still,theyr wonted guise they playde:
To trust to hym: they had no will,
though wonders he displayde.
33
Therfore he spoyld: theyr lyuyng dayes,in vanitie to lygh:
Theyr yeares he spent: in feares and frayes,
to vexe both hart and eye.
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34
As long as God: them strake and slue,they sought hym then full gent:
They seemed tho: theyr sinnes to rue,
to God at morne they went.
35
Then could they well: remember this,that God was all their strength:
That God full good: redemer is,
theyr comfort most at length.
36
But yet they dyd: but glose in speache,theyr hartes agreed not so:
They lyed in tonge: thus hym to seache,
dissemblers dyd they go.
37
Theyr myndes to hym: were nothing sound,but hollow hartes they had:
They stoode not still: wyth hym so bound,
in league and couenaunt glad.
38
Yet he so good: theyr sinnes forget,and would not them despise:
Full oft: hys wrath: he dyd retrete,
that whole it should not ryse.
39
For he dyd count: they were but flesh,as frayle as britle glasse:
And that they were: like wynde to gesse,
that passth wythout repasse.
40
Ryght many tymes: in wildernes,they hym prouoked sore:
How much grieued they: his gentlenes,
in desert more and more.
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41
They dyd reuolte: oft God to tempt,that saint of Israell:
They proued hys power: in mad contempt,
as he in boundes should dwell.
42
They minded not: hys able hand,what once for them it wrought:
Nor yet that day: when they were bond,
how he redemption brought.
43
How he had done: miraculously,in Egipt fully out:
In Zoan field: his wonders hye,
they dyd forget no dout.
44
When he did turne theyr waters sweete,to bloud how they increast:
And made theyr springes: all full on meete,
for drinke for man or beast.
45
He lyce sent eke: all kynd of flies,which them deuoured quyte:
Among them frogs: dyd scraule and ryse,
to vexe them day and nyght.
46
He gaue theyr fruites: of whole encrease,to caterpillers spoyle:
The grashopper: dyd neuer cease,
to wast theyr labours toyle.
47
He dyd vnbarke: of vyne the trees,wyth stones in clods congeald:
And eke theyr trees: of mulberies,
wyth frostes so sene but selde.
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48
He smote their beastes: of cart and plough,wyth hayle in his great ire:
Their other flockes: he smoote full rough,
wyth coales of burnyng fire.
49
He cast on them: his fury whote,wrath, woo, with anguyshe styng:
With such fel plages: them sore he smote
which Angels euyll do bring.
50
He made playn waye: for his sore wrathto go, and stroyd them quyte:
No sowle he sparde: from sodaine death,
their beasts the plage dyd smyte.
51
He stroyd theyr fruites: begotten fyrstIn Egypt furious:
Their prymer fruts: of all their lust
where Chams seede dwelt in house.
52
But yet he led: his people free,lyke shepe he kept them aye:
As shepe in flocke: most tenderly
in desert led their waye.
53
He brought them out: in suertyeall feares that they might flee:
He ouerwhelmd: their foes at eye,
In waues of fomyng sea.
54
He brought them iust: within the costof his good Sanctuary:
To this swete hyl: of vertue most
which hys right hand dyd bye.
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56
He Paynyms draue: all out of place,and Iacobs stocke put in:
Theyr heritage: he set the space,
and met theyr lot by lyne.
57
But yet the Lord: they tempted hie,and hym prouoked still:
They turned quite: his law awry,
the signes of hys good wyll.
58
They turnd theyr backes: yea did conspire,as once theyr fathers went:
To theyr old wontes: they dyd retyre,
as sturdy bow in bent.
59
To reare hill aulters was theyr trade,wherby they moued hym sore:
Of Idols grauen: theyr Gods they made,
by which they greued him more.
60
God heard thys case: full wroth was he,wyth indignation great:
At Israell: excedingly,
hys sore displeasure fret.
61
That he did shoone: hys sacrary,which once in Sylo stoode:
Hys tent I say: pitchd stedfastly,
among olde Adams bloud.
61
So he eftsones: to thraldom sent,hys arke that was theyr strength:
Which was theyr olde: fayre ornament,
their foes possest at length.
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62
His folke he gaue: vnto the sword,wyth warres entangled so:
Hys heritage: full sore he deard,
in much displeasant wo.
63
The fire eate vp: theyr lusty menboth yong in armes and sydes:
Theyr virgins yong: not honord then,
wyth wedlocke songes as brides.
64
Theyr priestes by sword: were vily slayne,religion set at nought:
No wydowes left: which should complayne,
before all slayne by thought.
65
The Lord as one: layd long in slepe,at length from slepe awoke:
Wyth wyne refresht: in hart full depe,
as gyaunt strength he toke.
66
Hys foes rearwardes: euen down he felde,theyr hynder partes he strake:
That most in shame: they euer dweld,
so he theyr armies brake.
67
All Iosephs trybe: he dyd refusehys arke to them to bryng:
So Ephraym: he would not vse,
he ment an other thyng.
68
But Iudas trybe: he toke hym till,wherin he bode in place:
And olde beloued: sweete Zyon hyll,
he chase in louely grace.
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69
And there he built: hys sanctuary,as princely palace hye:
He founded it: as earth to lygh
in state perpetually.
70
And Dauid meke: he dyd elect,hys seruaunt whom he loued:
To state so hye: from state abiect,
from shepe cotes hym remoued.
71
He toke them vp: in followyng,hys ewes full big wyth yong:
To guide hys folke: in pasturyng,
hys heyres of Iacob sprong.
72
And he them fed: in faythfull hart,as Christ annoynted kyng:
He gouernd them: in prudent part,
hys raygne all blisse dyd spring.
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Psalme. LXXIX.
The Argument.
The church lamenth: the tyranny,of all her foes so fell:
Her sinnes she waylth: most mourningly,
yet trust of helpe full well.
1
O God now come: be Paynyms wylde,thyne heritance to wast:
Thy holy house: they haue defylde,
Hierusalem is raced.
2
Thy seruaunts corps: this heathen sect,hath cast to byrdes for meate:
Thy sayntes weake flesh: they haue reiect,
to beastes of earth to eate.
3
Theyr bloud they haue: lyke water shed,about Hierusalem:
And none there was: to mourne the dead,
or yet to bury them.
4
We are become: an open shame,to all our neyghbours next:
But mockyng stockes: in laughyng game,
on all sides we be vext.
5
O Lord how long: shall last thyne ire?for euer shall it bee?
Thy gelousie: to burne as fyre,
for euer shall we see?
6
Poure out thy wrath: vpon thy foes,for Paynyms know not thee:
Upon those realmes: which be to lose,
thy name and power to see.
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7
Deuourd they haue: true Iacobs place,hys seede and house lygheth wast:
The sanctuary: of thy good grace,
the walles they haue defaced.
8
Our former sinnes: remember not,make speede, shew mercy soone:
Thou seest our griefe: our wofull state,
how all we be vndone.
9
Helpe vs O God: our sauiour,for prayse of thy good name:
Our sinnes our ill: behauiour,
forgeue, forget the same.
10
Least heathen rayle: and say in spite,where now is come theyr God?
Thy seruaunts bloud: so shed in sight,
reuenge, and shew thy rod.
11
O heare the sighes: and sorowes deepe,of captiue men in bonds:
Men iudgd to death: see that thou kepe,
shewe forth thy strength of hands.
12
The blasphemy: at thee so cast,by these our neighbours partes:
Requyte it them: O Lord at last,
seuen solde on all theyr hartes.
13
So we thy shepe: and people true,to thankes we shall agree:
Thy prayse our tonges: shall still ensue,
to our posteritie.
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Psalme. LXXX.
The Argument.
This Psalme doth aske: deliuerance,from hard captiuitie:
In peace and truth: good Christians,
should pray Christes church to bee.
1
Thou shepeheard king: of Israell,that Ioseph ledst as shepe:
On Cherubin: that sittest so well,
heare now, appeare, and kepe.
2
For Ephraym: and Beniamin,and eke Manasses sake:
Stirre vp thy power: and strength of thyne,
and vs to mercy take.
3
Restore vs God: to loue agayne,and shyne on vs thy face:
If thou Lord wylt: vs visite playne,
we shall be safe by grace.
4
Thou Lord and God: of hostes I say,how long shall fret thyne ire?
Agaynst thy folke: which daily pray,
to thee in meeke desyre.
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5
Thou feedst them full: wyth bread of teares,they mourne for wo at meat:
Thou geuest them drinke: in weping feares,
in heaped measure great.
6
A cause of stryfe: thou makest vs be,to all our neyghbours next:
They rayle on vs: and scornd be we,
our foes vs sore haue vext.
7
Turne vs to thee: thou God of hostes,and shyne thy face on vs:
Kepe vs in peace: represse theyr bostes,
and whole we shalbe thus.
8
Thou didst translate: from Egipt darke,a vyne euen so thou wouldst:
To plant it there: it was thy warke,
whence Paynyms were expulst.
9
Thou madest it rome: first clensd by hand,from Cananites the weedes:
And roote it toke: it spred the land,
these were thy godly deedes.
10
The hyls were closde: wyth shade of it,the hyll of Syon house:
The boughes thereof: dyd sprede so fit,
lyke Ceders glorious.
11
She did extend: her braunches wyde,to touch the seas extremes:
In length it went: a long the syde,
of Euphrates the streames.
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12
Why hast thou beat: his closure downe,to lay as open soyle?
That they which walke: from towne to towne
her grapes myght freely spoyle.
13
The tushy bore: of woode full fierce,doth route it vp to stoure:
A sauage beast: whose meat is gyrse,
doth wholy it deuoure.
14
Turne thee we praye: thou God of hosts,looke down from heauen in speede:
Beholde this vine: in all our costes,
and visite it at neede.
15
The vyneyard place: behold also,which thy right hand did set:
For thy sonnes sake: defend therto,
the braunch thou madst so great.
16
With fyer brent: it is cut downe,thy wrath was cause in sight:
But they shal quayle: (when thou doost frown)
which wrought this dedly spite.
17
Extend thy hand: vpon the man,of thy right mighty hand:
Upon the sonne: of man that can,
thy foes by strength withstand.
18
And so shall we: no more receede,from thee so wyde to fall:
Yf thou reuiuest: vs than in deede,
thy name extoll we shall.
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19
O Lord our God: turne vs agayne,from erryng far from thee:
Shew vs thy light: of face so fayne,
all whole then shall we bee.
Psalme. LXXXI.
The Argument.
A song of ioy to God: of maiestie aboue,Who geueth all thing aboundantly: to thē that him do loue.
1
Now sing ye ioyfully: To God our strength & rocke:Yea sing ye swete: in iubilies: to God of Iacobs stock
2
Streyne vp your psaltery: and wrest your tymbrels hye,Wyth mery harpe: and virginals: set out your melodye.
3
Blow out wyth trumpet lowde: in new mooues feast I say:In tyme so meete: accordingly: our solempne feastfull day.
4
By statute thus enact: it is for Israell:From Iacobs God: it is a law: hys worthy actes to tell.
5
God made in Iosephes seede: (for wytnes) thys decree:Of Egipt land: whē out he went: where language straunge hard he.
6
I did his shulder ease: from burthens great and thicke:His hands escapte: the dayly toyle: of making potts and bricke,
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7
Thou cryedst on me in stresse: I thee deliuered ryfe:In thunder close: I answerd thee: first tried at sluds of strife
8
O then my people heare: I wyll the iust assure:O Israell: if heare thou wylt: my worde which shall endure.
9
Strange God thou shalt not haue: no other God to serue:If thys thou doost: and frowardly: fro me thou doost not swerue.
10
I am the Lord thy God: who thee from Egypt led:Then set thy mouth: full open wyde: I wyll it fyll full fed.
11
But yet my people thus: would neuer heare my voyce,No Israell: would none of me: nor lyst in me reioyce.
12
I let them go therfore: theyr own hartes lustes to sue:Theyr crooked wayes: to walke at will: whych they did after rue.
13
O that my people meke: had heard my document:And Israell: had walkt my wayes: wyth gentle hartes assent.
14
How soone would I at ones: their foes haue wrested downe:And turnd my hand: agaynst them all: at them who firse did frown
15
Gods haters should haue kneeld: at heeles of them to lay:Though lyingly: they had it ment: theyr dayes had lastd for aye.
16
Yea then he would haue fed: wyth floure of finest wheate:And out of rocke: them had I fild: wyth hony pleasant meat.
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Psalme. LXXXII.
The Argument.
This Psalme is thret: and lesson good,to iudges stately romes:
Amid the Iewes: as Christ he stoode,
and blamde their wrongfull domes.
1
God standth in mids: of Princes hye,when they to counsayle fall:
And iudge he is: theyr dedes to try,
he iudgeth theyr iudgements all.
2
He once shall say: how long wyll ye,geue sentence wrongfully:
How long wyll ye: acceptours be,
of persons wickedly.
3
Defend the poore: and fatherles,speake law to theyr behoue:
Of men afflict: in heauines,
in ryght theyr cause approue.
4
The nedies sute: ryd ye hys cause,deliuer hym wyth spede:
And plucke the poore: from all the clawes,
of wycked bribers drede.
5
They nothyng know: nor vnderstand,they walke in darkenes depe:
The bases reele: of all the land,
for ryght, men mourne and wepe.
6
I sayd no lesse: but Gods ye bee,so hye I you esteemd:
Of God most hye: as childern free,
I you in office deemde.
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7
But ye shall dye: as wretched men,to children most vnlike:
To tyrauntes lyke: as one of them,
ye all shall fall in dyke.
8
Ryse thou O God: iudge thou the land,where wronge hath such excesse:
To heritage: thy mighty hand,
shall clayme all heathennes.
Psalme. Lxxxiij.
The Argument.
The Hebrues here: do inuocate,Their God for helpe: against mens spite:
The church this psalme: doth renouate,
In her distresse: to scape all quite.
1
O God our God: within thy selfe,Hold not thy tonge: thys muet still:
Nor silence kepe: but kepe our helth,
Stay not O God: but punishe euill.
2
For lo thou seest: what murmuryng,Thyne enmies make: most arrogant:
How hye aloft: theyr heds they bryng,
Who thee do hate: how proud they vaunt.
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3
They haue in guyle: their counsayles take,in Ire agaynst: thy people poore:
Conspirde they be: close drifts they make,
and all thy sayntes: they will deuoure.
4
They sayd come on: let vs them roote,euen quyte from out: all nations:
Of Israell: the name to wroote,
no man to be: to name them once.
5
For they haue layd: their heades in one,together knit: in hart and mynde:
Confederat: they be echone,
agaynst thy selfe: like beastes vnkinde.
6
The tents where kepe: the Edomits,the Ismalits: with might and mayne:
With them be ioynd: the Moabits,
the Agareus: they fume agayne.
7
So Geball folke: and Ammon to,beset in leage: with Amaleke:
The Palestyns: with them do go,
and they that dwell: in Tyrus eke,
8
To them be knyt: thassirians,a people fierce: and strong in armes:
Lothes childer hye: they would aduaunce,
whose strēgth they be: to worke their harms.
9
But do to them: as Madian,did feele thy hand: and angry looke:
As eke thou didst: to Siseran,
to Iabyn eke: at Kyson broke.
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10
They whole on heapes: at Endor quaylde,no graue receyued: their bodyes deade:
Gods hand them all: so countervaylde,
as dunge on earth: their carcase spred.
11
Make them withall: their princes gaye,to Oreb like: and Zeb also:
As Zebee: and Salmana:
make all their peeres like them to go.
12
Who sayd in pride: let vs possesse,Gods temple hye: to vs to ryse:
Let vs deface: that holynes,
with all the rites: and sacrifice.
13
Make them my God: to be in sight,all like the whele: down hill that slidth:
And let them be: as stuble light,
tost hye wyth wynde: that neuer bidth.
14
And lyke as fyre: that brenth the woode,the rage wherof: no tree can flee:
As flames the hyls: where forage stode,
do wast for heate: and parched be.
15
Euen so O God: all them pursue,with thy great stormes: and tempests stoure
In thy sore wrath: make them to rue,
all foule dismayde: in hart to loure.
16
With vyle reprofe: their faces fyll,with very shame: confound them all:
That they might search: thy name and wyll,
O Lord to thee: that they might fall.
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17
Be they abasht: and vexed still,Yea more and more: both day and nyght:
And let theyr fames: all shame bespill,
Destroy theyr flesh: but saue theyr sprite.
18
That they may know: that thou alone,Whose name deuine: Iehoua is:
Art rocke most hye: against our foen,
Aboue the earth: that sittest in blisse.
Psalme. LXXXXIIII.
The Argument.
As Dauid longd: Gods house to walke: where ciuill warres hym drew:So should we loue: Christes church in sprite: hys heauenly face to vew.
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O God of hostes: how louely be: thy tabernacles all?where god yu raignst in grace & truth: for help at nede to call.
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My soule doth bren: in loue it melth: it longth Gods courtes to see:My hart and flesh: doth pant and cry: wyth God of lyfe to bee.
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Yea there her nest: the sparow buildth: the swalow there may bred:Thine altars nye: Lord God & kyng: where wandring wars I led.
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O wel is thē: their harts be blest: who may thy house frequētThey may sing out: thy laudes always to ioy in mind contēt
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O happy men: whose helpe thou art: whose harts thy paths do sekeWhose soules inspired: do ioy to walke: thy wayes in credēce meke
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They passyng here: thys vale of teares: yet wels of ioy they finde:Theyr pooles at ful: wt heauenly showers: shal flow for rest of minde
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Frō strength to strength: from faith to faith: to god they shal go still,Till they by flockes: eche one appeare: wyth God in Syon hill.
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O Lord of hostes: & god of strength: heare ye my harts requestWith open eare: O harken God: on whom doth Iacob rest.
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Behold O God: protectour good: our state in all assayes:Behold thy Christes: annoynted face: for grace thy people prayes.
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In thy good courtes: one day passth more: then thousand daies els whereI rather wish: gods dore to kepe: then proud mens halles to teare.
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For God the Lord: is light and shield: he glory giueth and grace:No good thyng he: shall hold from them: who godly lyfe embrace.
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O Lord of hostes: O puissant God: I must conclude for ryght:That man is blest: and blest agayne: who trustth in thy great might
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Psalme. LXXXV.
The Argument.
Man here makth sute: for sinne who felt,Deserued captiuitie:
And shewth what helth: Christs kingdom delt,
To mans felicitie.
1
Agaynst thy land: become thou art,O Lord most gracious:
thou hast returnd: frō Iacobs hart,
his thraldom burdenous.
2
Thou hast forgeuen: thy peoples sinne,that was so hugely growne:
Yea all theyr sinnes: thou couerdst in,
wherby thy grace was knowne.
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Thou hast restraynd: thine heate all quyte,from indignation:
Thou hast withdrawn: thy face and sight,
from wraths destruction.
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Whole turne vs than: O God our wealth,to grace that we conuert:
Remoue thine ire: impart thy health,
forgeue our foule desert.
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Eternall God: agaynst vs thus,for euer wilt thou threate?
Shalt thou thyne ire: stretch out to vs,
from age to age so great?
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Uphold thy worde: to vs returne,and quicken vs agayne:
So shall thy flocke: no longer mourne,
but ioy in thee full fayne.
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Shew vs thy grace: O Lord of power,that it we may perceyue:
And geue to vs: thy sauiour,
that health we myght receyue.
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Plaine wyll I heare: what God shall speake,for peace he shall denounce:
To all hys folke: and louers eke,
that they their vyce renounce.
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All they no doubt: who will hym feare,is hys saluation nye:
Hys glory than: shall iust appeare,
in all our land at eye.
10
Ryght frendlines: and veritie,they shall ech others meete:
So ryghteousnes: and peace from hye,
shall kisse eche other sweete.
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Known truth from earth: shal then out springwyth all good fruites aryght:
For ryghteousnes: all florishyng,
from heauen shall cast her sight.
12
Euen thus the Lord: shall manifest,hys bounteous goodnes neare:
That full our land: wyth grace possest,
all godly frutes shall beare.
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Ryght iustice eke: shall be hys guide,that strait may good man walke:
His wayes and gate: her steps shall stryde,
no tyme the ryght to balke.
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Psalme. LXXXVI.
The Argument.
Here Dauid prayth: this Psalme I say,That Saule hym fraith: with great distresse,
But Christ more true: yea Christ doth pray.
Who once did sue: as man in flesh,
To scape all spite: but most for vs,
He this endight: and sayth euen thus.
and sayth euen thus.
1
Bow downe thyne eare:For thee I feare:
Whose fauour kynd:
I fayne would finde:
For poore I lye:
My wante I spye:
O Lord heare me,
as God most hye,
my hart would see,
thy grace at eye,
all wrapt in thrall,
to thee I call.
To thee I call.
as God most hye,
my hart would see,
thy grace at eye,
all wrapt in thrall,
to thee I call.
To thee I call.
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My soule preserue:Aye thee to serue:
So wholy bought:
Keepe then in thought:
Thy seruant poore:
To thee the more:
for thyne it is,
vnfainedly,
it may not misse,
my Lord sayd I,
to thee I call,
wythstand my fall.
Wythstand my fall.
vnfainedly,
it may not misse,
my Lord sayd I,
to thee I call,
wythstand my fall.
Wythstand my fall.
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Extend thy grace:And shew thy face:
In mercy so:
I stand therto:
Wherto I hyed:
And dayly cryed:
saue me O Lord,
all louingly,
thy grace aforde,
assuredly,
to seke for ease,
I wyll not cease.
I wyll not cease.
all louingly,
thy grace aforde,
assuredly,
to seke for ease,
I wyll not cease.
I wyll not cease.
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O Lord make glad:My state full sad:
To thee I go:
From all my wo:
I mourne to thee:
Though hie thou bee:
thy seruantes hart,
and soule is fret,
from thee to start,
I wyll not yet,
in soules disease,
I trust to please.
I trust to please.
and soule is fret,
from thee to start,
I wyll not yet,
in soules disease,
I trust to please.
I trust to please.
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For kynde thou art:Of gentle hart:
To all a lyke:
Who wyll thee seke:
In stable fayth:
In thee who stayth:
O Lord of grace,
and mercifull,
in euery place,
most bountefull,
thou art to spie,
who mournth in thee,
Who mournth in thee.
and mercifull,
in euery place,
most bountefull,
thou art to spie,
who mournth in thee,
Who mournth in thee.
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Agayne I say:To thee I praye:
Thou knowst my paine:
My foes restraine:
Expende my crie:
Thou seest I ligh:
my Lord geue eare,
in thys my mone,
which now I beare,
I weepe alone,
full bitterlie,
all heauilie.
All heauilie.
in thys my mone,
which now I beare,
I weepe alone,
full bitterlie,
all heauilie.
All heauilie.
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When troubles rise:In sundrie wise:
I drawe thee neare:
For thou wilt heare:
Then helpe me send:
As trustie frend:
in dreadfull dayes,
on thee I call,
in all my frayes,
when I am thrall,
from heauen so bright,
my hart to light.
My hart to light.
on thee I call,
in all my frayes,
when I am thrall,
from heauen so bright,
my hart to light.
My hart to light.
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None like to thee:Of Gods that be:
For wit, for might:
Thy workes be right:
Who wyll contend:
As them to mend:
O God most hie,
all day so sought,
for maiestie,
thy dedes be wrought,
wyth thee in sight,
O most of myght,
O most of myght.
all day so sought,
for maiestie,
thy dedes be wrought,
wyth thee in sight,
O most of myght,
O most of myght.
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All people iust:Now come they must:
O Lord full low:
And them bestow:
Thy grace to prayse:
So good alwayes:
whom thou hast fourmd,
to worship thee,
wyth mynd refourmd,
in hart most free,
thy name to sprede,
theyr doynges lead.
Theyr doynges lead.
to worship thee,
wyth mynd refourmd,
in hart most free,
thy name to sprede,
theyr doynges lead.
Theyr doynges lead.
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For God art thou:As once so now:
Thou madest all thyng:
The heauens do sing:
No God but thee:
As eye may see:
thou wonders doost,
thou shewest thy myght,
on earth and dust,
thy power in sight,
shall Paynyms neede,
by Gospels reede.
By Gospels reede.
thou shewest thy myght,
on earth and dust,
thy power in sight,
shall Paynyms neede,
by Gospels reede.
By Gospels reede.
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Teach me thy way:That sue I may:
All walke to it:
My hart O knit:
Wyth reuerence:
In confidence:
O Lord agayne,
thy truth so free,
make me to strayne,
in thee to lygh,
to loue thy name,
to feare the same.
To feare the same.
thy truth so free,
make me to strayne,
in thee to lygh,
to loue thy name,
to feare the same.
To feare the same.
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I thee wyll thanke:Wyth hart most franke:
Thy louyng grace:
I wyll embrace:
Thyne excellence:
Wyth diligence:
O Lord my God,
to sing thy prayse,
so wyde and brode,
fall out my dayes,
I wyll proclayme,
to shew thy name,
To shew thy name.
to sing thy prayse,
so wyde and brode,
fall out my dayes,
I wyll proclayme,
to shew thy name,
To shew thy name.
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Thyne actes to me:Full great they be:
Thou rydst full quyte:
By thy great myght:
My soule of late:
From hell the state:
I must confesse,
myne eyes doth see,
my depe distresse,
thou madest me free,
nye gone and lost,
all nethermost.
All nethermost.
myne eyes doth see,
my depe distresse,
thou madest me free,
nye gone and lost,
all nethermost.
All nethermost.
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O God so great:At me they fret:
The worst of all:
They wyshe my fall:
They feare not thee:
Thy face they flee:
the proud aryse,
in numbers ryfe,
in cruell wyse,
they seke my lyfe,
they much do boast,
in euery coast.
In euery coast.
in numbers ryfe,
in cruell wyse,
they seke my lyfe,
they much do boast,
in euery coast.
In euery coast.
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But thou O Lord:As truth recordth:
Art pitifull:
To wrath but dull:
In grace and truth:
To mone in ruth:
yet God most meeke,
of louyng brest,
thee poore to seeke,
to mercy prest,
looke thou on vs,
all gratious.
All gratious.
of louyng brest,
thee poore to seeke,
to mercy prest,
looke thou on vs,
all gratious.
All gratious.
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O turne to me:My rocke to be:
Thy seruant strength:
That I at length:
Wyth thee may wonne:
Thy handmai:s sonne:
and turne anone,
thy grace I craue,
for which I grone,
my soule to saue,
in thy cleare house,
all glorious.
All glorious.
thy grace I craue,
for which I grone,
my soule to saue,
in thy cleare house,
all glorious.
All glorious.
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O shew to me:Some amitie:
Agaynst my foes:
Thou healtst my woes:
That they may see:
I stayde by thee:
for good, some signe,
shew thou in sight,
though foes repyne,
to shame theyr spite,
and so agree,
in comfort free.
In comfort free.
shew thou in sight,
though foes repyne,
to shame theyr spite,
and so agree,
in comfort free.
In comfort free.
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Psalme. LXXXVII.
The Argument.
This pleasant song: describeth the state,Of Christs dere spouse: where Christ was borne
Hierusalem: most fortunate,
To nurse both Iewe: and gentile lorne.
1
God hily loueth: Hierusalem,Whose bases strong: be depely set,
In holy mountes: sure layd in them,
Moria, Syon, Olyuet.
2
The Lord I say: loueth Syon gates,Her portes and fortes: her wals and towers:
Aboue the rest: for all theyr states,
Of Iacobs tentes: and princely bowers.
3
Thou citie hye: of God no doubt,Where he doth raigne: in maiestie:
Hye thynges be sayd: to set thee out,
To blase thy power: and dignitie.
4
I Raabs realme: and Babylons,Wyll beare in mynd: such shall know me
Lo Tyrus lo: Philistians,
Lo Moores most far: there borne is he.
5
Of Syon thus: it shall be sayd,That he and he: was borne in her:
But he that is: far hyest layd,
Is he that her: confirmth most clere.
6
The Lord for truth: shall it record,The people when: he registreth:
That he so hye: that louely Lord,
Was borne euen there: and there he lyegth.
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All singers there: and trumpetters,Their songes & hymnes: shall swete rebound:
Fresh liuely springes: wyth all their cheres,
Shall prayse thys Lord: for grace most bound.
Psalme. LXXXVIII.
The Argument.
Here is a mone: most piteous,of man afflicte in stresse:
It payntes Christes death: most dolorous,
hys sepulture in flesh.
1
My louyng Lord: and God of grace,on whom my health dependth:
Both day and night: before thy face,
my crye I haue extend.
2
O let therfore: my prayer soonecome now before thy sight:
Inclyne thyne eare: and heare my bone,
with teares which I endight.
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3
My soule is full: of miseries,in woes full gorgd I rore:
My lyfe in sight: to all mens eyes,
is euen at death hys dore.
4
As one of them: I am esteemd,that tumble must in pit:
A sely man: I am but deemd,
so voyde of strength I sit.
5
As free (from toyle) among the dead,as wounded slepe in graue:
Who far from mynd: be sonke as lead,
whom slayne thy handes now haue.
6
In pit most deepe: thou hast me throwne,in deathes and hels dispayre,
In places darke: down low bestown,
where commth no lyght nor ayre.
7
Thy fury Lord: lyeth hard on me,oh stiffe on euery side:
And vext thou hast: both hart and eye,
wyth all thy stormes full tryde.
8
Thou hast driuen far: my frendes from me,acquaynted most to see:
Abhord of them: thou madest me be,
thus bound I cannot flee.
9
My sight doth fayle: for heauines,to thee Lord yet I cry:
No day from thee: Lord would I cease,
to lift my handes full hye.
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10
Thy meruels great: wylt thou deuise,to worke to buried men?
Or els shall sprites: to lyfe aryse,
thy laudes to sound agayne?
11
Or shall my graue: thy pitie tell,when once thou hast me slayne?
Or shall thy truth: be proued so well,
when I destroyd am layne?
12
Thy wondrous workes: which wrought thy hand,Shall darkenes them expresse?
Or shall thy iustice shyne in land,
of mere forgetfulnes?
13
To thee O Lord: my prayer went,to whom els should I go?
Yea still my sute: shall thee preuent,
at morne while lastth my wo.
14
Why than O Lord: abhorst my soule,all helpe from me to wynde?
Why hidest thy face: from me so whole,
that I no grace can fynde?
15
Afflict I am: at poynt to dye,from youth thus haue I bene:
In hart astound: thy dreades fele I,
so fearefull they be sene.
16
Thy sower wrathes: so multiplied,hane ouerwhelmed me:
Thy terrours eke: which sore abyde,
haue stroyd me whole to see.
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17
They daily did: passe ouer me,as water surges hye:
They compasd me: in certenty,
euen round about full nye.
18
Both frend and kinne: from me full far,thou hast put whole away:
My frendes that were: familiar,
in darke fro me they stray.
Psalme. LXXXIX.
The Argument.
The letter here: describeth to eare,the state of Dauids raygne:
The sprite to hart: doth this impart,
that Christ shall aye remayne.
1
Gods mercies all: wyth song I shall,for euer sing and play:
Wyth mouth euen still: expresse I will
hys truth from day to day.
2
For thus I sayd: hys mercy stayde,for euer shall remayne:
Thou shalt confirme: thy truth most firme,
in heauen and it maintayne.
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3
With Abraham: in league I am,who was my chief elect:
To Dauid lo: I sware euen so,
for hym and all his sect.
4
I will thy sede: prepare in dede,for euer world to ende:
I will aduaunce: thy gouernaunce,
for aye thy raigne extende.
5
The heauens O Lord: shall iust recorde,thy meruayles great in dede:
Euen so thy saintes: wythout restraintes,
thy truth in church shall sprede.
6
For who compare: so boldly dare,with God in heauen so cleare?
Whom can we seke: the Lord so like,
among Gods children deare.
7
This God of blisse: most puissant is,amids his saintes echone:
Most louely feare: to hym they beare,
which stand about his throne.
8
O Lord and God: of hostes so brode,who (Lord) so strong as thou?
Euen round about: thy truth falth out,
to them which thee allow.
9
Thou canst represse: the seas excesse,by power imperiall:
When they do swell: in surges fell,
thou makest them downe to fall.
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10
Thou Egipt braidst: and it so raydst,as wounded carcasse proude:
Thou scatredst wyde: thine enemies pride,
such strength thyne arme auowde.
11
The heauens be thyne: wyth all their shyne,the earth is thine ful sure:
The world so round: thou dydst it found,
with all the furniture.
12
As North and South: stood thorow thy mouththy worde them both dyd frame:
So Tabor West: and Hermon East,
both hils shall ioy thy name.
13
An arme endude: with fortitude,thou hast omnipotent:
O let thyne hand: then strongly stand,
thy ryght hand hie be bent.
14
As ryghteousnes: so iudgement is,thy throne and royall seat:
With mercy truth: most ioyntly sueth,
before thy face so swete.
15
O then most blest: such folke doth rest,that ioyeth and feelth the same:
In thy pure light: they walke shall right,
O Lord to prayse thy name.
16
Thy name so bright: shall them delite,all day to ioy therin:
And they alwayes: themselfe shall rayse,
by thy iust word to winne.
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17
For thou thy selfe: doost worke their welth,the ioy of all theyr strength:
By thy good grace: thou shalt in place,
lyft vp our hornes at length.
18
On God is set: our helpe so great,our shield he is to tell:
And be our kyng: all health to bryng,
that saint of Israell.
19
Thou spakest thus once: in visions,to thy swete saintes full nye:
My helpe I layd: to strong mens ayde,
I chase and hauntst him hye.
20
I Dauid found: my seruant sound,I sacred hym wyth oyle:
Hym kyng made I: ryght holily,
and Lord of all the soyle.
21
Wyth hym my hand: shall strongly stand,my power shall hym defend:
My valiant arme: shall whole hym arme,
for strength I will him send.
22
No force so fyne: can vndermyne,hys strength to make him thrall:
No crafty wyle: shall him beguile,
by wycked man to fall.
23
I down will bray: his foes aray,which shall hys face resist:
His haters lyke: I will them strike,
and stroy them shall my fist.
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24
My faythfulnes: and gentlenes,wyth hym shall long abyde:
In my good name: shall spring his fame,
hys horne and strength full wyde.
25
Unto the sea: his raigne shall be,and he the Lord of it:
His right hand shall: rule ryuers all,
on fluds as chiefe to sit.
26
He me full grate: shall inuocate,most frankly thus to say:
My father thou: my Gods t'auow,
my helth, my rocke, my stay.
27
Yea more then this: I wyll him blisse,my first begotten sonne:
More hie to stand: then kings in land,
that yet to earth be gone.
28
I will him kepe: my fauour meke,for euer hym to loue:
My couenaunt fast: to hym so past,
shall neuer voyde remoue.
29
His seede euen so: shall stable go,so depe I will it plant:
His regall powers: shall days and howers,
as heauen stand valiant.
30
But if his sede: from me recede,and shall my law forsake:
Or yet shall balke: in all theyr walke
my iudgemente them to slake.
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31
And shall perchance: myne ordinance,prophane and cast it backe:
Or my precept: as light reiect,
to kepe it shall be slacke.
32
I wyll no doubt: then visite stout,to scourge theyr wyckednes:
I wyll them smite: wyth plagues in sight,
to beate their sinnefulnes.
33
Yet wyll not I: my clemency,wythdraw from them to go:
And lowd to lye: so wyll not I,
my fayth to ieopard so.
34
I list not vayne: my pact prophane,though they defile theyr south:
I wyll me take: to that I spake,
to kepe my word of mouth.
35
Once sware I dyd: and testified,my holines to pledge:
From Dauids part: I would not start,
as this may he alledge.
36
That is, his sede: should euer sprede,and neuer should decay:
Hys throne begunne: should shyne as sunne,
in my swete light to lay.
37
As moone in sight: it should be bryght,though oft it feelth the clips:
These witnes sure: in heauen endure,
to try my fayth of lips.
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But lo as now: what done hast thou,thou hast abhord thy Christ:
And hym forsakt: and abiect makt,
at hym displeasd thou lighst.
39
Of couenant made: thou breakst the trade,wyth this thy seruant knit:
His regall crowne: thou rentst it down,
euen flat on earth to sit.
40
His walles as wast: thou battred hast,and none thou leauest to stand:
Thou breakst hys fortes: & stroyst his portes,
thyne ire seemth now so grand.
41
All they to spy: which iorney by,tread downe hys raygne in spyte:
The neyghbour next: hys state hath vext,
as laughyng stocke in fight.
42
Who foes therto: in hatred go,theyr handes thou lyftes on hye:
The enemy coye: thou makst him ioy,
at it, hys iestes to wry.
43
Thou hast whole stynt: hys weapons dynt,hys edge of sword but blunt:
It had no power: as conquerour,
to wynne as it was wont.
44
Thus hys renowne: thou pulst a downe,wyth darkenes all obscurde:
Hys scepter flat: on ground is plat,
dispayre he seeth assurde.
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45
Thou hast in deede: thus shortened,hys yong and flouryng dayes:
Thou hast hym clad: wyth shame bestad,
ashamed thus he layes.
46
How long by day: wylt thou for aye,O Lord thus hyde thy face?
And shall thyne ire: thus burne as fire,
wylt thou thys raigne disgrace?
47
O call to mynde: in hart yet kynde,what brittle date I beare:
Or hast thou wrought: mankynd for nought,
to stroy hym thus in feare.
48
What man is hee: in lyfe so free,that death shall neuer see?
Can he escape: hys mortall shape,
from graue whole ryd to bee?
49
Where may we holde: thy mercies olde,O Lord, where do they lygh?
As thou dydst sweare: in Dauids eare,
in truth most earnestly.
50
Then call to mynde: spite done vnkynde,O Lord to thyne electes:
What tauntes in brest: I hold at rest,
of diuers peoples sectes.
51
Wherwyth thy foes: haue wrought vs woes,O Lord despitefully:
They threat vs hye: opprobriously,
no steps of Christ to spy.
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We may conclude: though we be rude,the Lord will turne agayne:
The Lord therfore: for euermore,
be blest, Amen, Amen.
The ende of the third booke.
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Psalme. XC.
The Argument.
The wofull lyfe: of man for sinne: here Moses paynted clere:Gods grace aduaunst: mans state deiect: Christes aduent craued here.
1
O Lord thou hast: our refuge bene: as sanctuary most free:In tyme now past: frō age to age: to whō safe might we flee
2
Before the hils: had ful their shape: ere earth & world was made:Frobar; world to world: true God yu art: thy power shal neuer fade.
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Thou doost retract: mans life to dust: thou so dissoluest his trayne:And saist eftsoones: ye Adams seede: returne to lyfe agayne.
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A thousand yeres: in thy good sight: as yesterday that was:though long they seme: yet swift thy slide: as nightly watch doth pas.
5
Thou makest thē flow: as fluds in course: as dremes they vanish lyteAs early grasse in sodentye: doth change hys hue and plight.
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Which flourth at morne: & groeth ful grene: & gatherth strēgth ful gayBut rept it is: at nyght full dym: and witherth dry away.
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Alike we wast: and fall away: when thou art wroth for sinne:And whyle thys sence: of wrath doth last: afrayd we be therin.
8
Thou hast detect: before thy face: our sinnes ful open layd:Our hydden crymes: our secrecies: thy face hath bright dewrayd.
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For all our dayes: do slyde away: in thy displeasant wrath:We spend our yeres: as tale is told: that brittle pleasure hath.
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Our yeres in dais: be seuenty selde: though strēgth wan eighty mo:That pride at last: were paine and griefe: it passe and hence we go.
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Thy wrathfull power who can comprise? no man by reasonyng:for more ye mā: doth feare thy power: thy wrath him more doth wring
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That we our days: may nūber right: O teach this wit to vs:Theyr date so frayle: shal make our harts: apply to wisdome thus.
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Be thou retournd: O Lord we pray: how long wylt thou depart:Thy seruantes rue: most pityfull: intreatable in hart.
14
Refresh vs Lord: and fill vs full: with thy swete early loue:To ioy a while: to sing the laudes: whyle we our breth can moue.
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And cheare our hartes: wyth dayes as good: as thou hast vs afflict:And as our yeres: haue smarted long: with heauy scourges strickt.
16
Thy seruantes teach: thy worke deuine: theyr state thy grace to see:That thy renowne: may so appeare: to theyr posteritie.
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The cherefull grace: of God our Lord: remayne on vs as now:Our workes of handes: confirme in vs: our handes O prosper thou
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Psalme. XCI.
The Argument.
The faythfull man: doth here confesse: that Gods defence is strong:Against all griefe: that hym can presse: to scape all wo and wrong.
1
Who vnder fence: and couert dwelth,of God that is most hye:
He shall be sure: in shadow well,
By God of heauen to ligh.
No dout of thys: ought man to haue: who proofe therof will make:
For God is strong: vs all to saue: if fayth to hart we take.
For God is strong: vs all to saue: if fayth to hart we take.
2
The iust by fayth: may thus be bolde,to say to God so iust:
Thou art my hope: my strength and holde,
my God in whom I trust.
I haue no hope: in worldly thyng: that may be sene or felt,
Though things I vse: as nede doth bring: which god for vse hath delt
Though things I vse: as nede doth bring: which god for vse hath delt
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To make the scape: he will not misse,all crafty hunters snares:
from pestilence: that noysome is,
as far from other cares.
When diuel or mā: hys soule wil spyte: then God wyl helpe hym free
Hys body frayle: shal yet be quyte: from plages how fierce they bee.
Hys body frayle: shal yet be quyte: from plages how fierce they bee.
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For vnder wynge: he thee shall hyde,hys fethers thee to broode:
Hys fayth and truth: shall fence thy side,
as shield and buckler good.
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As once th'arke: theyr wynges so wyde: the Cherubins dyd splay:
As vseth the henne: her byrdes to stryde: to kepe the kyte away.
As vseth the henne: her byrdes to stryde: to kepe the kyte away.
5
Thou shalt not neede: to be adrad,for feares of all the nyght:
No dart so sharpe: shall make thee sad,
that flyeth by day in syght.
No horrors fell: shall so preuayle: to make thy hart agast:
Misfortune none: shall thee assayle: God wyll eye thee so fast.
Misfortune none: shall thee assayle: God wyll eye thee so fast.
6
Thou shalt escape: all pestilence,which walkth in darke to noye:
Of sicknes sore: to haue defence,
that hye at none doth stroye.
No venome bayte: shal thee infect: by diuell or man be layd:
For God to thee: shall it detect: by whom it shall be stayd.
For God to thee: shall it detect: by whom it shall be stayd.
7
Though thousandes fast: to murrein renneby thee that dwellers bee:
On thy right hand: though thousandes ten,
do fall: thou shalt be free.
Thou nedest not feare: what fortune fall: to all the world beside:
Thou shalt not stand: so casuall: for God shall be thy guyde.
Thou shalt not stand: so casuall: for God shall be thy guyde.
8
Yea both thyne eyes: shall make thee see,how proud men shall decay:
How faythles impes: shall scourged bee,
for theyr desert I say.
God shall his foes: tread vnder foote: who him & his did hate:
Theyr lies and brags: them shal not boote: with all their cruel state
Theyr lies and brags: them shal not boote: with all their cruel state
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9
For thou my God: myne onely trust,my hope thou art t'endure:
Thou hast my soule: thus made full iust,
thy helpe to haue ryght sure.
Because thou hast: affiance had: in God who dwelth so hye:
He shall kepe thee: from chances bad: and be thy sanctuary.
He shall kepe thee: from chances bad: and be thy sanctuary.
10
There shall no euill: so chance to thee,but all shall worke thy wealth:
No plage shall nye: thy dwellyng bee,
to stroy therof the health.
Thou safe shalt dwell: protected well: by God, if hym thou fearst:
From wrathfull men: that be so fell: if fayth to God thou bearst.
From wrathfull men: that be so fell: if fayth to God thou bearst.
11
For he shall geue: hys angels charge,on thee to cast theyr sight:
To see thy wayes: full set at large,
to walke therin aryght.
Hys angels be thy seruantes prest: thy welth and helth to kepe:
To worke thy rest: to prompt thy brest: thy God in hart to seke.
To worke thy rest: to prompt thy brest: thy God in hart to seke.
12
They shall in handes: beare thee alone,to stay thy hold aloft:
Lest thou shouldst hurt: thy foote at stone,
els mought thou fall full oft.
If God thou fearst: & kepe hys wayes: hys sprite wyll thee preserue
Thou nedest no dout: to walke in strayes: if god thou vowst to serue
Thou nedest no dout: to walke in strayes: if god thou vowst to serue
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13
The Lyons fierce: and adder slye,on both them shalt thou go:
Thou shalt tread down: the Lyons frye,
and eke the dragon to.
All venome beasts: shall renne fro thee: they shall serue thee at will
The diuell so stoute: thy fayth shall flee: though he thy soule would spill.
The diuell so stoute: thy fayth shall flee: though he thy soule would spill.
14
Because hys hope: on me he set,I will hym rid from shame:
I wyll hym lyft: to make hym great,
because he knew my name.
I will sayth God: my helpe hym send: in all hys troublous dayes:
No better cause: make me to bend: then that on me he stayes.
No better cause: make me to bend: then that on me he stayes.
15
When he shall call: and sue to me,to hym I shall apply:
I will wyth hym: in trouble be,
and ryd hym gloriously.
His trust and fayth: shall not decay: hys loue shall haue reward.
Though here he wepe: from day to day: yet I hys teares regard.
Though here he wepe: from day to day: yet I hys teares regard.
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Wyth length of dayes: where lyfe shall lastI wyll hym satisfy:
I wyll hym shew: for louyng tast,
my sauyng helth so hye.
Though here opprest: as vyle outcast: the iust for ryght doth wayle:
The greater ioy: sayth God at last: shall chance to hys aduayle.
The greater ioy: sayth God at last: shall chance to hys aduayle.
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Who vnder fence: and couert dwelth,
of God that is most hye:
He shall be sure: in shadow well,
by God of heauen to ligh.
of God that is most hye:
He shall be sure: in shadow well,
by God of heauen to ligh.
Psalme. XCII.
The Argument.
Of sabboth day (the solemne) feast: doth vs excyte by rest:Gods mighty workes: that we declare: loue hym for all the best.
1
A ioyfull thyng (to man) it is: the Lord to celebrate:To thy good name: O God so hye: due laudes to modulate.
2
To preach (and shew) thy gentlenes: in early mornyng lyght,Thy truth of worde: to testifie: all whole by length of nyght.
3
Upon (the psalme:) the decachord: vpon the pleasant lute:On sounding good: sweete instruments: wt shaumes, wt harpe, wt flute
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For thou hast ioyed: my fearefull hart: O Lord thy workes to seeAnd I with prayse: will iust reioyce: these handy workes of thee.
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How glorious: O (blessed) Lord: be these the factes of thyne?Thy thoughts be depe: thy counsayles hye: inscrutable deuyne.
6
The brutish man: (that is) vntaught: is nought of this beseene:The foole as is: the carnall man? perceyueth not what it meanth.
7
When euill men flour: as (doth the) grasse: & wicked workers budThen shall they all: come downe at once: for euer drownd in mud.
8
But thou art hye: (full hye) aloft: as Lord and president:For euer standst: vnmoueable: and wyse in regiment.
9
For lo thy foes: O Lord (so strong:) thy foes shall perishe all:And such as worke: all wickedly: shall haue a shamefull fall.
10
My horne (and power) shall yet be raysd: as Unicornes is seene:Euen now I seme: as swetely dewd: with oyle of Oliue greene.
11
Myne eyes (full out) theyr lust shall haue: of all my waityng spyes:Myne eares the same: of crafty men: who vp at me dyd ryse.
12
The true (elect) and ryghteous man: shall florishe lyke the palme:As Ceder tree: in Lybanus: hymselfe shall sprede wyth balme.
13
Depe planted they (in rootes) alway: in gods swete house to byde:Shall florish lyke: in both the courtes: of this our God and guyde.
14
In age (most sure) they shall encrease: theyr fruite aboundantly:Well likyng they: and fat shalbe: to beare most fruitfully.
15
That is (to say) they out shall preach: this lordes true faythfulnes:Who is my strength: & mighty rocke: who hateth vnryghteousnes
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Psalme. XCIII.
The Argument.
This praith in faith: when stormes aryse: in trust of helpe full sure:But here in raigne: is Christ bewrayde: and how his church shall dure.
1
The Lord is kyng: in hys aray: the Lord is clad wyth strength,He girt hymselfe: the world is sure: it cannot reele at length.
2
Thy throne is strong: prepared sure: from tyme all out of myndeThou art that art: all durably: which neuer ende shalt fynde.
3
The flouds haue lift: aloft O Lord: the fluds haue lift their voyce:The stremes surge: wyth griesly waues: thy foes to hie reioyce.
4
But far aboue: all rage of fluds: or dreadfull stormes of sea:Doth God surmount: more excellent: hys enmies all to slea.
5
Thy worde is sure: thy testament: is tryed in all assayes:All holines: doth decke thy house: O Lord for yeares and dayes.
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Psalme. XCIIII.
The Argument.
The poore opprest: doth helpe implore,agaynst proud iudges myght:
As Christ and hie: long heretofore,
be paternes good in sight.
1
O God and Lord: reuenger ryght,of sinne reuenger God:
Now shew thy selfe: declare thy might,
make hast to shake thy rod.
2
Be thou set vp: in maiesty,thou iudge of all the land:
Requite the proud: accordingly,
and let them feele thy hand.
3
How long O Lord: these wycked men,how long tryumphe shall they?
Thy people thus: to ouer renne,
wythout both stop and stay.
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4
They blatter out: euen what they list,sore wordes they be and proude:
All wycked ympes: wyll not desist,
to vaunt and boast aloude.
5
Thy people Lord: full sore they slyte,thyne heritage they vexe:
Their poore estates: wyth wronges they smyte
and threates therto annexe.
6
The widow lo: the straunger eke,they murther craftely:
The fatherlesse: they quell alyke,
though deare to thee they ligh.
7
Theyr mouthes thus speake: as hartes deuise,tush God seeth nought of this:
Nor Iacobs God: shall thys aduise,
in thys he is remysse.
8
Ye doltes of all: most brute to see,betyme yet vnderstand:
When prudent wise: when will ye bee?
ye fooles I say so fond.
9
Can he be deafe: which made the eare,how harken should not hee?
Who made the eye: can ye hym bleare?
that he should nothyng see?
10
Or he that checkes: the heathen els,shall he not you reproue?
And he that man: all wisdom tels,
shall he not you remoue?
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11
The Lord doth know: the thoughtes of man,to be both fond and vayne:
Your open wronges: how can they than,
escape deserued payne?
12
Then happy is: that man and blest,whom thou doost chastise here:
And whom by loue: in law thou teachest,
O blessed Lord most deare.
13
To make hym sit: wyth patience,in dreadfull dayes at rest:
Whyle that to men: of violence,
theyr pit be digd and drest.
14
For God no dout: wyll not reiect,hys people them to fayle:
Nor yet forsake: hys lot elect,
to make them long to wayle.
15
Untill that ryght: be turnd agayne,to dome, as iust it ought:
And follow it: shall they full fayne,
whose harte hath iustice sought.
16
O who wyll vp: for me to stand,agaynst malignant spies?
Or wyll wyth me: conioyne hys hand,
at wycked men to ryse?
17
If soone the Lord: had sent none ayde,to me in myne vnrest:
It had not faylde: my soule dismayde,
had dwelt in graue opprest.
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18
But when I sayd: my foote doth reele,to note the worldes disdayne:
Then helpe O Lord: thou didst me deale,
thy grace dyd me sustayne.
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As carefull thoughtes: in store dyd ryse,when thus my hart dyd boyle:
Thy comfort so: dyd me repryse,
my soule to scape the foyle.
20
Shall wycked seates: of tyranny,cleaue fast to thee as thence:
That thou should fayne: to scourge therby,
the poore by lawes pretence?
21
They cloyne in one: in companies,agaynst the iust mans lyfe:
The giltles soule: of wycked vyce,
they whole condemne in stryfe.
22
The Lord yet was: to me in stresse,a refuge strong of fence:
My God was rocke: as inaccesse,
my trust and confidence.
23
He shall them quite: their crafty guiles,as they dyd others cloy:
God shall them slea: for all theyr wyles,
our Lord shall them destroy.
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Psalme. XCV.
The Argument.
This cherefull Psalme:doth inuite vs in voyce:
inuiteth our voyce:
Due laudes to God:
in our hymnes to rebounde:
in hymnes to sounde:
With lowly hartes:
in hys grace to reioyce:
that we reioyce:
His worde to heare:
as we duely be bound:
as we be bound.
1
O come in one:let vs sing to the Lord:
to prayse the Lord:
And hym recounte:
for the stay of our wealth,
our stay and wealth:
All harty ioyes:
let vs duely recorde:
let vs recorde:
To this strōg rocke:
to the Lord of our health,
our Lord of health.
2
His face with prayselet vs ryse to preuent,
let vs preuent,
Hys factes in sight:
to the world to denounce,
let vs denounce:
Ioyne we I say:
in our ioyfull assent,
in glad assent,
Our psalms & hymns
let vs early pronounce,
let vs pronounce.
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3
For why this Lord:is a God of a might,
is God of might,
For helpe at neede:
Upon whom we may call:
whom we may call.
A puissant kyng:
in hys radiant lyght:
in hys brght lyght,
He passth all Gods:
by his rule ouer all:
by rulyng all.
4
All coastes of earth:in hys power do ligh:
by hym do ligh:
His celles and groundes:
be they neuer so depe:
though they be depe:
As fast by hym:
be the mountaynes on hye:
stand mountaynes hye,
And stoupe to hym:
be they neuer so steepe:
though they be steepe.
5
The sea is hys:as the worke of hys handes,
his worke of handes,
Her ryse and fall:
with her mutable rode,
with all her rode,
The land from her:
by authoritie standes:
by power standes,
Whom God so stayed:
for hys stable abode.
for hys abode.
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6
O then come we:let vs humbly adore,
let vs adore,
And prostrate ligh:
be we downe on our knees,
on both our knees:
He made vs all:
both the riche and the poore,
both riche and poore:
Both kyng and slaue
in theyr priuate degrees:
in theyr degrees.
7
For God he is:as our Lord and our stay:
our Lord and stay,
Hys people we:
in hys pasture to rest:
in pasture neare:
His flocke of hand:
for he lead vs in way:
who leadth our way:
His voyce to day:
if ye heare at the lest,
if well ye heare.
8
Beware say I:that ye harde not your hartes,
ye hard no hartes,
Agaynst hys grace:
when he byd you repent,
to you so ment,
As desert saw:
in a strife ouerwhart:
once strife orewhart,
Lyke tempting day:
of an eluishe entent,
of mad entent.
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9
In which pastyme:as your fathers aforne,
your fathers olde,
Dyd tempt my strength:
to assay what I could:
to proue my myght,
They proued but me:
in a mocke and a scorne:
in scorne to bold,
Where yet my workes:
might they see if they would,
they saw in syght.
10
Full forty yeres,dyd I chyde with this age:
I blamde this age,
Great griefes by them:
did I suffer in mynde:
I felt by thys:
I sayd euen thus:
whē I spied how they raged,
to spy theyr rage,
They erre in hart:
in my wayes be they blynde:
my wayes they misse.
11
To whom I sware:in myne angry reproche,
all wrathfully,
By theyr foule strayes:
was I forst therunto:
thus forst therto,
If they so euill:
to my rest shall approche:
my rest should see,
Then blame haue I:
if it euer be so:
if it be so.
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Psalme. XCVI.
The Argument.
This Gentiles calleth: to (christian) fayth,In Christ to ioy their head:
In whome all power: and glory layth,
To iudge both quicke and dead.
1
O syng (I bid) to God the Lord,A song of new deuise:
Let all the earth: his prayse recorde,
for grace most new shall ryse.
2
(Unto) thys Lord: so new sing aye,And prayse hys maiestie:
Be tellyng forth: from day to day,
His great benignitie.
3
To Gentiles him (looke ye) declare,Hys glory tell them all:
And shew all folke: wyth all your care,
Hys workes most martiall.
4
For why (no dout) this Lord is hye,Aboue all prayse so famde:
To be most drad: ryght worthely,
Aboue all Gods so namde.
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5
For all (euen all:) the hethen gods,Be vayne, be things of nought:
This Lord in heauen: hath his abode,
and heauens by him were wrought.
6
All glory (prayse all) worship, fame,Be his as ornament:
All prayse and power: be his to name,
In heauenly firmament.
7
Ye stocks (of men) and familyes,Of peoples, bring this Lord:
Bryng ye this Lord: as comly is,
All laud for power of worde.
8
Yea glory geue (all ye) full true,To his sweete name most hye:
Heaue vp your giftes: present hym due,
His courtes thus drawe ye nye.
9
Before this Lord (his face) bow downe,Before his holy grace:
Ye dwellers all: in fielde and towne,
O dread his mighty face.
10
Tel ye (I say) the Gentiles allThis Lord his raigne hath pight:
The world is fast: not lyke to fall,
And he shall iudge in right.
11
Let heauens (so hye) be glad so pure,Let all the earth reioyce:
Let all the sea: in furniture,
enhaunce theyr cherefull voyce.
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12
The (fruitfull) fieldes: and all therin,Ought now reioyce full lite:
Than shall all trees: In woode be seene,
to gether ioye in sight.
13
Before this Lord: who (shortly) comth,For come to rule is he:
To iudge the worlde bright brightfull dome,
His flocke by verytye.
Psalme. XCVII.
The Argument.
This Psalme in sprite: doth gratulate,Christes kingdome cleare: immaculate:
Wherby such lyght: hath God detect,
That truth was raisde: and lyes deiect.
1
The lyuing Lord: doth raigne as kingThe erth therfore: full glad may sing
The iles may ioy: so many sene,
That he is come to make thē clene.
2
Thicke cloudes and darke: be him about,On wycked men: to thunder stout:
Both iustice right: and equitie,
Of his high throne: the bases bee.
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3
The fyre him goeth: before in sight,Wyth blasing leames: of fearefull lyght:
By which full wyde: he doth enflame,
Hys foes to burne: which scorne his name.
4
His lighteninges shyne: the world full out,On euery side: whote sparkes to spout:
The earth at sight: for feare doth quake,
No puissance can: resistence make.
5
The mountaynes hye: as waxe did melte,At God his face: thus present felt:
I say at face: of Lord so hye,
The earth dyd feale his maiestye.
6
The heauens declare: his rightwisnes,When he by them: strikth wickednes:
All peoples thus: his glory sawe,
How drad he is: whom all should awe.
7
Ashamde be all: which Idols serue,Who chose vayne gods: from God to swerue
Ye angels all: which seruauntes be,
Come worship hym: bowe downe your knee.
8
So Sion ioyed: in hearing this,And Iury ioyd: in townes of hys:
O Lord for these: thy domes entent,
That such should haue: sharpe punishment.
9
For thou O Lord, doost all excell,That here by low: in earth do dwell:
Exalted far: in name thou art,
Aboue all Gods: so new vpstart.
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10
O ye that loue: thys Lord so hye,Hate ye all vyce: of mawmetrye:
He keepth theyr soules: who serue hym pure,
From wycked hand: to ryd them sure.
11
Now lyght is sprong: to ryghteous man,That day from darke: discerne he can:
And ioy is falne: to rightfull hart,
From whence no power: can hym depart.
12
Then ioy ye iust: in thys your Lord,Thys lyght, hys grace: alway record:
Hys holines: well thynke and thanke,
Hys name confesse: therin be franke.
Psalme. XCVIII.
The Argument.
Here thankes be done:Sent Christ his sonne:
that God (in worde) most true,
mans losse (agayne) to cure:
All thinges that bee:
Such peace to see:
must laud hym (euer) due,
restord (in earth) so sure.
1
Syng ye all new:For he most true;
Hys able hand:
Hys arme so grand:
to God (a song) on hye,
hath meruels (newly) wrought
hath (wonne hym) victory,
this helth (to man) hath brought
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2
The Lord of loue:So man to moue:
Hys righteousnes:
For theyr redresse:
thys health hath (open) layd:
to serue (in hart) aryght:
he hath full (plainly) splayd,
to Gentiles (eyes and) syght.
3
He cald to mynde:To Iacob kynde:
The earth all whole:
O hym extoll:
hys (gentle) mercies free,
hys truth (and fayth) to kepe:
thys helth dyd (fully) see,
thys God (our Lord) so meke.
4
Thou earth sing out:In voyce most stout:
To God thy Lord:
Thy songes record:
all whole (I say) full glad,
with (gentle) musikes sound:
(reioyce) for mercy had,
thou art most (duely) bound.
5
Yea sing in harpe:Sing round & sharpe:
Wyth harpe bid I:
Your voyce apply:
to God (and Lord) so hye,
wyth all thy (tunes and) stringes
with (note of) Psalmodie:
to ioy these (heauenly) thinges.
6
With trūpets blow:Both hye and low:
Make iubilies:
For Lord he is:
wyth shaulme so (swetely) sing,
extende your (harty) strength:
before this (heauenly) king,
to serue (I say) at length.
7
Let eke the seas:Thys Lord to please:
The world so round:
your voyce rebound:
rore out in (merie) chere,
wyth all her (fishe in) store:
and (all the) dwellers there,
to prayse (this Lord) the more.
8
The floudes a like:This Lord to seke:
The mountayns hie:
Let them be by
Let (them now) clap their hands
(wyth man) in ioyfull hart:
(so houge) aboue the landes,
to daunce (wyth man) in part.
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9
To God do this:For come he is:
Hys iustice sword:
Hys equall word:
let it (in sight) be plyed,
(as lord) to iudge the land:
the worlde shall (iudge and) guide,
to all shall (euenly) stande.
Psalme. XCIX.
The Argument.
Swete Christ his raigne: this Psalme compristh,As Rabins all: can say no lesse:
God graunt that they: with vs would ryse,
To sing these thankes: to hym in fleshe.
1
The Lord to raigne: is bent therin,All folke ought than: his presence dread:
He sitteth betwixe: the Cherubin,
Let all the earth: then quake I reade.
2
This Lord is great: in Zion seene,Where power he sheweth: & ruleth with loue
And hye he is: on all the Heathen,
If they a like: their hartes would moue.
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3
O let them all: thy name confesse,The bad to beate: the good to blisse:
For greate it is: in fearefulnes,
The power therof: most sacred is,
4
All Princely power: loueth equitye,And equitye: thou broughtst in sight:
In Iacobs stocke: thou didst applye,
To iudgement true: and iustice right.
5
Our Lord this God: O magnifye,Both Iewes and Greekes: your wayes relēt,
To his fotestole: his sacrarye,
Bow downe your knees: most reuerent.
6
As Moses meeke: so Aaron graue,Were chiefe his priestes: so Samuell:
Among them were: his power to craue,
They cryed to God: he hard them well.
7
To them in cloud: spred pillour like,He spake as all: the people sawe:
They did his hests: and statutes kepe,
Which he them gaue: in pact for law.
8
O Lord our God: thou hardst them iust,And spardst them Lord: for thine owne sake,
Yea when with plagues: thou didst thē thrust,
For foule attempts: which they did make.
9
Extoll this God: our Lord so free,Fall downe before: his holy hill:
For God our Lord: in maiestye,
Most sacred is: and iust in will.
279
Psalme. C.
The Argument.
All men of breath: but temporall,Which Pilgrimes walke: this earthly Ball:
To ioy be bid: here seuerall,
To God in dayes: most festiuall.
1
O ioy all men: terrestriall,Reioyce in God: celestiall,
I byd not Iewes: especiall,
But Iewes and Greekes: in generall.
2
Serue ye thys Lord: heroicall,Wyth ioy of hart: effectuall:
Seke ye hys sight: potentiall,
Wyth hymnes of myrth: most musicall.
3
Know ye thys Lord: imperiall:As God vs made: originall:
Not we our selues: he vs doth call,
Hys folke as flocke: kept pastorall.
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4
Hys gates and courtes: tread vsuall,Wyth laudes and hymnes: poeticall:
Geue thankes to hym: continuall,
And blesse his name: most liberall.
5
For why this Lord: so principall,Is sweete, hys grace: perpetuall:
Hys truth of word: stand euer shall,
With hundreth thankes: thus ende we all.
The ende of the second Quinquagene.
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