and said Of sacred Sion so That in her is the most Hic There is he borne Is of Sion reported And famous men of yore Many that to the most Holy resorted And he will stablish her store Shew then he shall That the chiefest of all Had his beginning there When he doth his folke descry And all pleasant things My fountaines and springs Quire singers are in thee here O thou Citie of God most hic PSALME 93. THe Lord as King aloft doth reigne all clad and girt with power And maiestie in heaven so hic his seat and sacred bower Whereas no eie the Deitie c're saw save tending on her Those Angels faine and Cherub traineâ— with glory cloth'd and honour The world thou hast so surely plac't unmou'd it doth persever Thy throne much more secur'd of yore the heaven of heavens for ever Before the Chime of ruinous time this world's frame set or wrought on And aye her state beyond all date of time that can be thought on The flouds O Lord the flouds record thy praise and with their voices The flouds do rave lift up their waves and rage with horrid noises Though flouds with noise lift up their waves and seas enraged swelling With waves so hie would kisse the skie yet thou art higher dwelling Most mightie Lord true is thy word thy promise failing never And holinesse thy Saints professe becomes thy house for ever PSALME 97. THe Lord alone aloft doth raigne let peoples maz'd assemble He sits between the Cherubims though th' earth be mov'd and tremble The Lord is great in Sions seat and high above all nations Yea they shall fame thy fearfull Name throughout all generations 'T is holy sure and the Kings power iudgement prepares and loves it That iustice be and equitie in Iacob he approves it Exalt with praise my God alwaies upon the Lords Name calling 'T is holy knowne lo then bow downe before his footstoole falling Moses among the Priestly throng and Aaron who beleeved With Samuel one who call'd upon his Name and were relieved Out of the smoakie pillar spake he unto them while he drave them Like pastured sheep his lawes they keep and statutes that he gave them Heard them thou hast O Lord and wast so favourable to them How didst thou take for their deeds sake the vengeance due unto them Make Gods praise knowne lo falling downe before his holy mountaine For high in blisse and holy he is love grace and mercies fountaine PSALME 99. THe Lord in heaven aloft doth raigne and there triumphant sitting Let the earth reioyce with mirthfull noise and numerous Isles as fitting Blacke pitchy clouds and darknesse shrowds his throne on iudgement founded Fierce fires that trace before his face licke up his foes confounded His lightnings round shone on the ground th' earth saw it and was affrighted Mountaines like waxe did melt like flaxe were at his presence lighted His presence this whole world that is great Lord and mightie owner Heavens shew his glory and iustice story all Nations see his honour Where all that carved Idols served and glory in them confounded This Sion had heard and was glad through Salem mirth resounded So Iuda's voice and daughters noise thy hests and mercies on her O Lord most hie 'bove earth and skie all ye gods give him honour Who love the Lord hate vice abhor'd his Saints soules he preserveth From wicked and ungodly's hand who serve him he conserveth Sprung for th' upright in heart is light and for the godly sowne Are ioy and wealth and saving health and all good blessings knowne Reioyce O then ye righteous men this your memoriall raises To th' holy Lord with one accord sing everlasting praises PSALME 101. MErcy I will and iudgement sing to thee O Lord most holy And unto thee O Lord will bring my song and praier wholly Wisely I shall in perfect way untill thou come in brightnesse Do right and in my house alway walke in my hearts uprightnesse No wicked thing mine eies shall see deeds hate I of back-sliders A froward heart shall part from me and slanderous lewd deriders A priuie whisperer I 'le not brooke 'gainst neighbour to annoy him The proud heart high and haughty looke I cannot but destroy him Vnto the meeke mine eies are bent who in the land are faithfull Shall serve and dwell within my tent who 's profit not deceitfull The lyar shall my eie not pitie I 'le spoile the wicked wholly And cut off sinners from the Citie of God the Lord most holy PSALME 108. O God my heart prepared is so is my tongue and voice I will sing and give praise in this my glorie shall reioice Wake be not mute Harpe Violl Lute and I my selfe right early will awake Thy praise I 'le sing and Name O King 'mong Heathen knowne Nations will I make 'Bove heavens high thy mercie 's great thy truth reach't to the clouds Exalt thy selfe 'bove heavens seat all th' earth thy glorie shrowd That so set free thy beloved be help with thy right hand O God heare my voice In holinesse now hath God we know thus spoken I will triumph and reioyce For trophees Sichem I 'le divide and mete out Succoth vale Gilead is mine Manasses side unto my share shall fall Strength of my head is Ephraim stead of Law-giver is Iuda a wash-pot to me Is Moab I 'le threw â—'re Edom my â—â—oe o're Palestine â—'lâ— triumph and â—â—â—fall be who 'll leade me to the Citie strong me into Edom bring Wilt not thou who hast left us long againe O God and King Forth with us go our armies so 'gainst troubles t' aid's else help of man 's but vaine Through God shall we do valiantly who shall tread down our enemies cruell traine PSALME 110. THe Lord unto my Lord did say Sit thou at my right hand for ay Till at thy feet so humbly laid Thy foes I have thy footstoole made The Lord then out of Sion bright Shall send the scepter of thy might Thou shalt be ruler with thy rod Yea how commander thou shalt be Amidst thine enemies all shall see And in that day in which thy raigne They shall behold and power plaine The people free-will offerings shall And holy armie offer all Who presents shall to thee O King In beauty of holy worship bring For lo the dew of thy birth shewes Like wombe of youth and mornings dewes Like mornings dew dew of thy birth To far enrich and fresh the earth The Lord hath sworne and never may Repent thou art a Priest for ay After Melchisedechs order blest Of the most high God Saint and Priest The Lord at thy right hand that stownd Stately Kings in his wrath shall wound The heathen brought and Nations all Before his iudgement seat he shall Filling their places with their dead O're mightie Kingdomes smite th' head And drinking of the Brooke in 's way Lift up his royall head that day PSALME 114. WHen that Israel was bent out of
me into the City great Who will bring me unto strong Edoms seat Wilt thou not God that helpedst us of yore Goe with our armies forth as heretofore 'Gainst troubles O God give us aide againe For else we know the helpe of man is vaine Through God we shall do valiant acts well knowne For he shall tread our cruell enemies downe PSALME 61. REgard O Lord for I complaine And make my moane to thee Let not my words returne in vaine But lend an eare to me For from the end and utmost part Of th' earth in anguish of my heart I cry I cry O heare my woes And on the rocke of thy great power My hope my helpe my fort my tower O God my woefull minde repose Within thy tent O King of kings I long and hope to dwell Vnder the covering of thy wings I trust and knew right well I shal be safe for thou wast neere O God and didst my prayer heare And wilt and wilt fulfill the same Thou Lord do'st my desire regard And wilt with gracious gifts reward All those all those that seeke thy Name A long life thou wilt give the King For many an age to raigne His yeares shall fresh for ever spring Before God to remaine Where he shall have a dwelling place And for thy mercy truth and grace Shall praise shall praise thy holy Name So will I sing thy praise still Performe my duties vowes fulfill And daily daily pay the same PSALME 63. THou O God art my God whom I early enquire My soule thirsteth for thee my flesh doth desire And long after thee the true fountaine of blisse In a harren and dry land where no water is O let me behold thee in thy Sanctuary And see thy great maiesty power and glory For thy loving kindnesse is better than life And my lips will be telling thy praises most rise So Lord will I magnifie thee all my daies And lift up my hands in thy Name to thy praise My soule shall be filled with marrow and fatnesse Mouth and heart praising thee with lip-offrings of gladnesse Oft thou on my bed art remembred by me And in the night season I thinke upon thee Because thou hast been my defence from annoyes Vnder the shadow of thy wings will I therefore reioyce My soule cleaveth unto thee for thy right hand Vpholdeth me and therefore Lord shall I stand And who seeke for my soule to destroy it into The nethermost parts of the earth they shall go And with th' edge of the sword they shal be cast downe Made a portion for foxes whiles ioy the King crowneâ— And who sweare by him by Gods truth underpropt But the mouth of all those that speake lies shal be stopt PSALME 65. O God all praise on thee doth wait In Sion thine owne hill The vow shal be performed strait According to thy will Because the praier of all and some Thou hear'st to thee shall all flesh come O Lord O Lord of hosts most hye My wicked deeds prevailed have But thou O Lord in mercie save My soule my soule or else I dye The man is blest whom thou dost chuse And mak'st to come to thee That doth thy house and Temple use Where choisest pleasures be Whom in thy Courts thou mak'st to dwell Where all good things and ioyes excell The soules the soules sweet satisfaction But thou in iustice threaâ—â—â—â—◠〈◊〉 And answerest us with fearfull signes O God O God of our salvation O thou the hope of all and stay Of th' ends of th' earth O God And of them that far off do stray In the wilde seas abroad That stablishâ—st the mountaines strong And girt with power that doth belong To thee to thee the God of might The peoples tumults canst appease And still the noise of raging seas The noise of waves that would affright Lord they in th' utmost parts of th' earth That dwell as 't were dismaied Though East and West reioyce with mirth Are at thy signes affraid Thou mak'st th' out-goings with thy voice Of Morne and Evening to reioyce And so thou visitest th' earth with raine Thou moistned'st it and mak'st it rich The river of God is plenteous which In store prepares them corne and graine As thou appointest it to be The fields with fruit doe fill Thou waterest so abundantly Her surrowes from the hill From whence thou mak'st the raine descend Into the vallies to that end With showres made soft and to abound Whose bud thou blessest every where And with thy goodnesse crown'st the yeere Thy clouds drop fatnesse on the ground O're all the deserts they shall drop Such plenty on the earth The fields and plaines shall yeeld their crop The hils reioyce with mirth The little hils shall compast be With gladnesse and with merry glee That they with ecchoing noise shall ring With sheep the plaines and pastures greene With corne the vallies covered beene Yeomen do shout for ioy and sing PSALME 84. O Lord how amiable Thy Tabernacles be The dwelling place and Temple of thy grace How pleasant Lord to me My soule Lord God of Sabboth Longs to thy 〈◊〉 My heart doth pant My flesh reioyce and faint The living God to know The Sparrow hath found her a house And the Swallow A nest for to lay her yong Even thy Altars among O Lord of hosts most holy My God and King and solely Great glorious wholly and most strong O blessed they that dwelling In thy house sing thy praise And blessed he Whose strength it is in thee And in whose heart thy waies Who going through the vallie Of teares digge fountaines still Till with those teares As springs it all appeares Thy raine their pooles doth fill And so from strength to strength do they go In the beauâ—â— of holinesse cleere Till at last everie one do appeare Before the Lord in Sion Whose mercy they relie on And God of gods set eye-on there Lord God of hosts my praier Thou God of Iacob heare Shield us in grace and looke upon the face Of thine Annointed deere O a day in thy Court 's better Than a thousand other where And better dwell Doore-keeper in 〈…〉 〈…〉 â—â—tents that do want thy feare For the Lord God is our son and our shield Who will give glorie and grace To them that seeke his face And no good thing detained O blessed the unstained That faith in thee unfained place PSALME 87. FIrmely for ever are her foundations On the holy mountaines laid Whence that appeares that above the habitation Of Iacob as it is said The gates were blest Of Sion best The Lord himselfe we know He loveth to dwell thereby And glorious be the things of thee Were spoken long ago O thou City of God most high Mention making of Rahab an eie on Babylon will I throw As among them that my promise relie on And seeke my Name to know Lo Palestine and Tyre is mine With Aethiope long ago Great peoples bordering by Of them is made Great bruite
soule it flies unto the Lord. Before the morning-watch betime early before the morning prime The dawning morning-watch I say my soule flies to the Lord to pray O Israel trust in the Lord for with him there is mercy stor'd And plenteous redemption he from all his sins will Israel free From sting of death and feare of hell and paines redeeme his Israel PSALME 137. AS we in Babylon Sate by Euphrates flowry side With sad laments and moane We sold to minde faire Sions pride with Harpe and Lute our Viols mute and instruments we hung on willow tree'n that planted been the rivers there among Then said they that along Vs captives brought in scoffing sort Let 's heare your Hebrew songs And melody to make us sport Alas said we how can that be in strangers land unknowne so far remou'd from Sion lou'd as loathed Babylon Let my right hand forget The warbling harpes harmonious straines Or to my pallat let My parched tongue cleave for my paines If e're I doe thy love forgoe or minding this base earth so farre should erre not to preferre faire Salem in my mirth Remember Edoms sons O Lord on Sion's fatall day How they then all at once With cursed noise did cry and say Now Sion fals downe goe her wals why doe we stand at gaze her turrets round throw downe to ground her stately bulwarkes raze O daughter Babylon Wasted with misery in fine Time shall be when shall none Pitie thee that not pitied'st mine Blest then we shall th' Avenger call that scorning mothers moanes shall dash the braines of infants slaine against the â—uthlesse stones PSALME 150. PRaise ye the Lord ye Saints Within his Sanctuary Praise him in firmament Of power that doth not vary In Temple faire Of holinesse And righteousnesse His praise declare Praise him according to His greatnesse excellence And noble acts that show His rare magnificence Praise him with Flute And merry noise Of Trumpets voice And Harpe and Lute Praise him with Cimbals sound Dances and Madrigals With Musiques sweetest ground Organs and Virginals With Cimbals shrill Let Viols sweet And Psalt'ry meet To praise him still His laud let ay most rise Well tuned Cimbals sound With Timbrels Strings and Pipe His praises most renown'd Let every thing Doth life afford And breath the Lord His praises sing FINIS IF any well affected Gentleman shall bee desirous to sing the Hebrew Greeke or Latine Psalmes to these tunes or the tunes of the Church to his Lute or other Musique there are manie or most of the Psalmes so fitted and for a taste of them these in Greeke and Latine here presented the Hebrew to it and all the rest being readie if opportunitie were to bee offered to publicke view 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Idem Psal. 1. Latinè BEcatus vir non ambulans confiliis impiorum Non viá stans nec discubans in sede derisorum Sed Lege Dei meditarus interdiu noctuque Est ejus Lege jocundatus quasi victu vestituque Et erit arbor ceu plantata aquarum juxta rivos Fructus quae feret Deo grata dulceis tempestivos Non comae folia defloruerint sed aget cuncta prosperè Non impii sic ceu gluma fuerint quam rapiet ventus propere Non in Iudicio nec Sanctorum in coetu impius stabit Quia viam novit Iah justorum impiorum reprobabit 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Idem Psal. 128. Latine BEatus O beatus ter qui Dominum timebis Vitam hiis viis suaviter incedens obtinebis Dulceis laborum comedes vivens vidensque fructus Spectabilis foelix es mors te nec tanget luctus Ceu vitis uxor contegens domus tuae parietes Erit ut oliva ambiens mensam tua progenies Sic prosperare faciet virum qui timet Deum Atque è Sione proreget scuto salutis cum Faelicitatem supra salem videas ac donec vives Natos natorum sicut pacem Israelis inter cives 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 137. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Idem Psal. 137. Latinè AD flumina Babylonis ac Maesti olim sedimus Dum sanctae nos Syonis recordaremur flevimus Suspendimus salicibus in ripis organa Cum Citharis dulciloquis plectraque Eburnea Illic interrogabant qui nos captivos detulissent Et cantica rogabant qui nosmet eò abduxissent Quid rei vobis cantate nobis de canticis Syonis Dicturi flemus quid hic canemus in terra Babylonis Mea dextra pereat si tui oblitus fuero O Salem lingua haereat fauci in tui meminero Si nobilem Ierusalem velut in principio Summae meae laeticiae non proposuero Memento filiorum Edom O Deus in die Salem Qui in eam hanc stultorum vocem eboarunt infernalem Dum clamaverunt dixerunt destruite munimenta Exinanite exinanite diruite fundamenta Heu filia Babylonis Misella sed beatus ille Qui lege Talionis ret ribuet tibi probra mille Beatus ille qui Misellae ad petram nuper satos Allidet captos matris rapto◠è sinu parvos natos FINIS These Psalms following were left out being doubly translated and some others PSALME 6. O Lord doe not rebuke me in Thy wrathfull indignation Chastize me not in due to sin Displeasures aggravation Have mercy on me Lord for I Am weake and plung'd in misery Lord helpe me for my bones are vext My soule is also troubled sore But Lord how long wilt thou explore My faults and punish me perplext Lord turne to thy wonted grace Save and deliver me My soule flies pity her poore case For mercies sake to thee For why in death no man we find Remembreth thee or who shall mind To giue thee praises in the pit But weary of my groanes and feares Each night wash I my bed with teares My couch with teares I water it For very griefe and foes withall My beauties flowre doth fade Thence worne away hence from me all In vanity is whose trade The Lord the voice of my sad teares The voice of my petition heares My praiers he will receive the same Confounded shal be all my foes Sore vext and turned backe and those That wrong me put to sudden shame PSALME 23. MY Sheepheard is th' everliving Lord God So loving that therefore that I nothing can need In pastures faire to make my aboad He leadeth me pleasantly forth for to feed Faire fields sweet flowers beauty excelling Every where seeme to bespangle the way Coole floudâ— shady bowers pleasure there dwelling Still to encircle my steps where I stray That from the mountaines as downe to the fountaines He led me along by most pleantifull fields To the rivers the water 's of comfort that yeelds So gone out of sadnesse my soule into gladnesse He brought to that happy and heavenly shore Where never should sorrow encompasse me most Yea though in vale of the shadow of death I walked yet he in his
mercy did guide And keep my feet that as long as I breath From the way they should never of godlinesse slide Nights Blacke terror fore did affright me Yet on thy rod and thy staffe did I stay 〈◊〉 blâ—â—ke errors 〈◊〉 did despite me 〈◊〉 by thy shepheard hooke chased away 〈…〉 face my 〈◊〉 with thy graces PSALME 108. MY heart and my tongue is prepared in song O my God my glory alwaies Awake Lute and Harpe I my selfe will awake right early to sing and give praise I will praise thee O Lord and thy mercies record I will sing unto thee among Nations And raise up alwaies thy great glory and praise among people and generations For thy mercy is great above heavens seat and thy truth unto the clouds reaching Exalt thy selfe hye O God above skye and thy glory o're all the earth streaching Thy beloved that we delivered may see send helpe from thy holy place O stand with us and aide us with thy right hand and heare us of thy good grace Out of his holy hill God hath spoken I will reioyce and Sichem divide I will mete out the vale of Succoth withall and Gilead he is on my side Manasses with me and Ephraim he is the strength of my head and stay And never to leave her shall Iuda persever Law-giver for ever and ay Men Moab shall see my washpot to be over Edom my shooe will I throw Triumphing in fine over Palestine I to the strong City will goe Who will leade me along into the same strong City of the Philistines their seat Who is he that will be a conductor to me to bring me to Edom the great O God why hast thou forsaken us now why wilt thou not helpe us O God Or why no more as thou used'st of yore went'st thou forth with our armies abroad Gainst troubles relieve us saving health give us vaine else is the helpe of man knowne So shall we through thee do right valiantly being thou tread'st our enemies downe PSALME 130. OVt of the lowest deepes depressed Doubts and dangers great distressed On thy mercy most relying Vnto thee O Lord with crying Sore with misery enthralled And with sighes and teares I called O heare heare O heare bow downe Thine eare attend and heare My sighes my cries my praier If thou straitly O most Highest What is done amisse descryest Who O Lord can stand before thee But for mercy we adore thee Mercy is with thee declared Mercy that thou maist be feared O heare heare O heare bow downe Thine eare attend and heare My voice my noise my praier I have waited Lord upon thee Yea my soule hath waited on thee I have trusted in thy word And my soule waits on the Lord Early ere the watch returning Morning watch the dawning morning O heare heare O heare bow downe Thine eare attend and heare My moanes my groanes my praier Israel wait on the Lord For with him is mercy stor'd And with his best excellences Great redemption from offences All his sins that Israel saveth And shall ever who so craveth O heare heare O heare 'twixt hopes And feares with sobs and teares My sighes my cries my praier PSALME 150. O Praise the Lord in holinesse You Saints of his his praise professe Within his Temple faire and trim And firmament of power praise him Praise him in all his noble acts His mightinesse and famous facts according to his excellence Of greatnesse and magnificence Praise him in sound of Trumpets noise Praise him with Lute and Harpes sweet voice Praise him with Cimbals and the like With Tabret Dances Strings and Pipe Praise him in Musiques sweetest ground On the well tuned Cimbals sound Praise him with pleasant Madrigals Loud Cimbals and sweet Virginals Let every thing doth life afford Breath out the praises of the Lord. A Table of the severall Psalmes with the tunes they are set too in this Booke Tune Psalme Page 1. The man of life vpright or a Lancashire tune or H. Pipe Thrice blest Ps. 1. pa. 1. 2. Q. Dido or Ia. Shore Thine ire Lord. ps 6. p. 2. 3. Goe from my window O L. our God ps 8. p. 3.  In the Lord. ps 11. p. 4. 4. Walsingham When that Israel ps 114 pag. 31. 5. I sigh as sure How long wi lt ps 13. p. 5  Lord within thy ps 15. pag. 6. 6. Dulcina Save me and. ps 16. p. 7. 7. Barow Faustus dreame L. the heavens ps 19. p. 8. 8. The Hunters Careere My shepheard ps 23. p. 9 9. The borders of Scotland Like th' Hart that ps 42. pag. 10. 10. Callaice or Crimson Velvet Iudge my cause psa 43. pag. 12. 11. All in a Garden greene All people ps 47. p. 13.  Great is the. ps 48. p. 15. 12. In the Towne or Susan I did in hart ps 122. p. 34.  Why dost psa 52. p. 16. 13. The Marigold that opens or Fortune Have mercy ps 57. p. 17.  O God thou ps 60. p. 18. 14. Palmas or Complaine my Lute Regard O L. ps 61. p. 19.  O God all ps 65. p. 21. 15. Faire Angell of England or Sweete Robin O Lo. do not ps 6. p. 45.  Thou O God ps 63. p. 20  If the Lord ps 124. p. 36. 16. Phillis Hilas or the fairest Nymphe the vallies O Lord how ps 84. p. 22. 17. New So Ho. Firmly for ev ps 87. p. 24 18. Queene of Love or Vnderneath the shadie The L. a king ps 93. p. 25  The Lo. alone ps 97. p. 26  The Lord in ps 99 p. 37. 19. Abram awake Mercy I wil. ps 101. p. 28. 20. Yellow ribbon or will you be gone O God my heart ps 108 pagâ—9 â—9 21. Iane Shore or Come sorrow The Lord unto ps â—â—0 pag. â—0 22. The same tune or Q. Dido Out of the deeps ps 130. pag. â—â— 23. Rich Merchant man or the tune of the 25. Psalme All nations ps â—19 p. â— Â Gloria patri  All praise c. ibid. 24. Moll Sims or Dulce Maria by Coperario I lift my eyes psa 12â— pag. â—â— 25. withers tune or Puichrior si sit Vp to thee I lift ps 123. pag. 35. 26. what if a day When as the. ps 136. p. 36 27. The Kings tune or who can blame my woe As we in Babylon ps 137 pag. 38. And the same in Greeke and Latine 28. To the tune of the 148. Psalme Praise ye the Lord. psal 150. pag. 39.  〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Beatus vir psal 1. pag. 42. 29. Tune of the ordinary Psalmes or Rogero or Ladies fall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Beatus O. psal 128. pag. 43 44. 30. Daphne My shepheard ps 23. p. 46 31. Earle of Essex funerall Elegy or O Hone. Out of the lowest deeps psal 130. pag. 48. 32. Barbara or Starrie Diana My heart and my c. psal 108. pag. 47. 33. Iane Shore Aeneas or The like before c. O praise the Lord in psal 150. pag. 49. POSTSCRIPT HOwsoever these plaine tunes are thus fitted to these Psalmes for the benefit and use of the lesse skilfull it shall I hope be no prejudice to the excellent Musicians of this age but that at their pleasure they may fit them to more curious and delightfull tunes and aires whether now or anciently devised Errata PAge 3. Line 6. moane reade moanes Page 4. Li. 8. bow reade bowes and line 14. foundation reade foundations Page 10. line 14. that reade yet Page 13. line 15. thou reade then Page 15. line 17. King each reade Kings each one and line 18. to get her reade together Page 18. line 24. after and reade as in their aide Page 20. line 6. praise reade praises and line 8. daily pay reade duly pay Page 22. line 29. yeomen reade that men Page 26. line 3. waves reade voice Pag. 27. li. 7. lo reade low Page 29. line 2. for profit reade perfit and line 19. shroud reade shrouds Pa. 3â— line 14. after might reade that o're thine enemies all O God Page 32. line 14. towards reade Is towards Page 35. line 30. save yet reade save us yet Page 36. line 10. over soule reade over our soule Page 37. after line 9. supply this Verse following Turne then O Lord our bondage againe Like to the rivers out of the South descending That with their plenty do cover the plaine And water the vallies which way soever wending Then O then we here shall find They that low in sadnesse Leaving teares and griefe behind Reape in ioy and gladnesse Who indeed with precious seed Went out weeping on the way Turn'd againe not in vaine Bringing home his sheaves with ioy FINIS