in the duste Stande vp O Lorde in thy wrath lyfte vp thy selfe ouer the furious indignacion of mine ennemyes aryse vp for me in the vengeaunce that thou hast promised that the assemblye of the people may come aboute thee for theyr sakes therfore lyfte vp thyselfe agayne The Lorde is iudge ouer the people auenge me then Oh Lord a cordyng to my ryghteousnesse and innocencie Oh lette the wyckednesse of the vngodly come to an ende but maintayne the iuste thou ryghteous God that tryest the verye heartes and raynes my helpe cōmeth of God which preserue theim that are true of heart God is a ryghteous iudge and God is euer threatenyng yf menne wyll not tourne he hathe whet his swearde he hath bent his bowe and made it ready He hath prepared hym the weapons of deathe and ordeyned his arrowes to destroy Beholde this felowe trauayleth with mischief he hath conceiued vnhappenes and brought forth a lye He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte but he shall fall hymselfe into the hole that he hathe made For his vnhappynes shall come vpon his owne heade and his wyckednes shal fal vpō his owne pate As for me I wyll geue thankes vnto the Lorde for his ryghteousnes sake And wyll prayse the name of the Lorde the moste hyghe ¶ A sanctifieng for the mercye of God shewed vs in temptacions and aduersities and for the meruelous subuersion and destruccion of our aduersaries Psal 9. Wyll geue thankes vnto thee I O Lorde with my hole heart I wyll speake of all thy meruelous woorkes I wyl bee glad and reioyce in thee yea my songes wyll I make of thy name Oh thou moste hyghest Because thou haste dryuen myne enemyes a bake they were discomfyted peryshed at thy presence For thou haste mainteyned my ryght and my quarel thou syttest in the trone and arte the true iudge Thou rebukeste the Heathen and destroyest the vngodly thou puttest out theyr name for euer The enemyes sweardes are come to an ende thou haste ouerthrowen theyr cities theyr name is perysshed with theim But the Lorde endureth for euer he hathe prepared his seate vnto iudgemente He gouerneth the worlde with ryghteousnes and ministreth true iudgemente vnto the people The Lorde is a defence he is for the poore a defence in the tyme of trouble Therfore they that knowe thy name put theyr trust in thee For thou oh Lord neuer faylest theim that seketh thee Oh prayse ye the Lorde whiche dwelleth in syon shewe the people of his dooynges and why he maketh in quisicion for theyr bloude and remembreth theim He forgetteth not the complaynte of the poore Haue mercye vpon me Oh Lorde consydre the trouble that I am in amonge myne enemyes thou that lyftest me vp frome the gates of death that I may shewe thy prayses wtin the portes of the doughghter of Syon reioyce in thy sauing helth As for the heathen they are sonken downe in the pyt that they made yea in the same net whiche they spred oute pryuely is theyr owne feet taken Thus the Lorde is knowen to execute true iudgement when the vngodly is trapped in the woorkes of his owne handes So he is The wycked bee tourned vnto hell and all the heathen that forget God But the poore shall neuer bee oute of remembraunce neyther shall the pacient abidyng of such as bee in trouble peryshe for euer Aryse Lorde lette no manne haue the vpper hande lette the heathen bee condemned before thee Oh Lorde sette a scolemaister ouer theim that the heathen may know theimselues to bee but mē ¶ A lamentacyon and waylinge vnto God while Antechrist triumpheth and sleeth the holy ones of God persecuteth the Gospell Pfal 10. WHy arte thou gooen so farre of O Lord wilt thou hyde thyselfe their hearte is sure that thyne eare herkeneth thereto help the fatherles poore vnto their righte that the vngodly bee no more exalted vpō earth ¶ That wee bee not wrapped in the blyndnes of the wycked and that wee perishe not for euer Psal 13. HOW long wilt thou forgette me Oh Lorde wilte thou forgette me for euer How long wilte thou hyde thy face fro me O how long shall I tosse counsailles in my mynde how long shall I bee thus vexed in my hearte How long shall myne enemie triumphe ouer me Cōsidre and heare me Oh lorde my God lighten myne iyes that I slepe not in death least myne enemie saie I haue preuailed against him for if I bee cast doune thei that trouble me will reioyce at it But my trust is in thy mercie and my heart is ioyfull in thy sauing helth I wil syng praises of thee O Lorde that dealest so louyngly with me ¶ That the heauenly father will not suffre vs to shrinke at so mighty aduersaries and so cruelly pursuing whiche floue full of pleasures of the worlde thus wee maie praye with the Prophete praiyng in the person of Christ Psalm 17. HEARE myne innocencie Oh Lorde consydre my complaine hearken vnto my prayer that gooth not out of a fayned mouth let my doome come forth frō thy presēce and looke vpon the thyng that is egail Thou hast proued visited my heart in the night seasō thou hast tried me in the fyre and hast found no wickednes in me for I vtterly purposed that my mouth should not offende Because of the woordes of thy lippes I haue kept me from the workes of menne from the waies of peruerse persones Direct my gooynges into thy pathes that my fotsteppes slippe not for vnto thee I crie Heare me oh God enclyne thyne eares vnto me and herkē vnto my woordes Shewe thy meruelous louyng kyndenes thou that sauest suche as put their trust in thee From suche as resist thy righthande kepe me as the apple of an iye Defende me vnder the shadowe of thy wynges from the vngodly that trouble me from myne enemies whiche cōpasse my soule rounde aboute whiche maintein their owne welthynesse with oppression and their mouth speaketh proude thynges Thei lie waytyng in our waie on euery syde tournyng their iyes doune to the grounde like as a lion that is gredy of his praye as it were a lions whelpe lurkyng in his denne Aryse Lorde disappoint hym and cast hym doune deliuer my soule with thy swearde from the vngodly with thy hāde O Lorde reseue me from the menne of this worlde whiche haue their porcion in this life whose bellies thou fillest with thy treasure Thei haue children at their desyre leaue the rest of their substaunce for their babes well I will beholde thy presence in righteousnes when thy glory appeareth I shal be satisfied ¶ With muche affiaunce of hearte vpon God a prayer for synnes and for the grauntyng of his holy spirite for it is not possible but GOD will heare vs a cordyng to Christes promise in the Gospell Psal 25. VNto to thee Oh Lorde I lift vp my soule My God I trust in thee lette me not bee confoūded leaste myne enemies bragge ouer me
watch Oh Lorde before my mouth yea a watche at the dore of my lyppes Oh lette not myne heart bee enclined to any euyll thyng to bee mynded as the vngodly or wycked menne leaste I eate of such thinges as please theim Lette the ryghtuouse rather smyte me frendlye and reproue me so wyll I take it as though he had poured oyle vpon my heade it shall not hurte my heade but I wyll praye yet for theyr wyckednesse Theyr Iudges stumble at the stone yet heare they my woordes that they bee ioyfull Oure bones lye scatered before the pytte lyke as when one graueth and dyggeth vp the grounde But myne eyes looke vnto thee Oh Lorde God in thee is my truste caste not out my soule kepe me frome the snare which they haue laid for me and frome the trappes of the wycked dooers Lette the vngodlye falle into theyr owne nettes together vntyll I bee gooen by theim ¶ That wee maye bee led forthe of the pryson of distresse of synnes of death vnto the prayse and glorie of God that wee bee no longer pressed vpon earth Psal 146. I Crye vnto the Lorde with my voyce yea euen vnto the Lorde dooe I make my supplicacion I poure oute my complaynte beefore hym and shewe hym of my trouble When my spirite is in heuynesse for thou knowest my pathe in the waye wherin I walke haue thei priuely laid a snare for me I tooke vp my ryghte hand and se there is no man that wil know me I haue no place to flee vnto no man careth for my soule Therfore doo I cry vnto thee Oh Lord and say thou arte my hope and my porcion in the lande of the lyuyng Consider my coÌ„plaint for I am brought very low oh delyuer me frome my persecuters for they are to stronge for me Bryng my soule out of pryson that I maye geue thankes vnto thy name Whiche thing yf thou wilt graunt me then shal the ryghteouse resorte vnto my company ¶ When wee fynde no merites in vs no ryghteousnes of oure owne but all thynges desperate And again remembre howe God frome the begynnyng of the worlde hathe wrought wonders in his sainctes and hathe neuer forsaken suche as call vpon hym thus may wee praye Psal 143. HEare my prayer Oh Lorde consyder my desyre answere me for thy trouth and râ—hteousnes sake and entre not into iudgement with thy seruaunte for in thy syghte shall no man lyuing bee iustified For the enemye persecuteth my soule he smyteth my lyfe downe to the grounde he layeth me in the darknesse as the dead men of the world Therfore is my spirite vexed within me my hearte within me is desolate Yet dooe I remembre the times past I muse vpon all thy woorkes Yea I exercise my selfe in the woorkes of thy handes I stretche forthe myne handes vnto thee my soule cryeth vnto thee out of the thyrsty lande Heare me Oh Lorde and that ryghte sone for my spirite waxeth faint hide not thy face from me least I bee lyke vnto theim that gooe downe into the graue Oh lette me heare thy louyng kyndnesse bee tymes in the mornyng for in that is my truste shewe thou me the waye that I shoulde walke in for I lyfte vp my soule vnto thre Delyuer me Oh Lorde frome myne enemyes for I resorte vnto thee Teache me to dooe the thynge that pleaseth thee for thou arte my God lette thy louyng spirite leade me forth vnto the lande of ryghtuousnesse Quycken me Oh Lorde for thy names sake and for thy ryghtuousnes sake bryng my soule out of trouble And of thy goodnesse scatter myne enemyes abroade and destroye all theim that vexe my soule for I am thy seruaunte ¶ A thankesgeuing that albeit wee be vile yet by the vertue of God wee bee stronge againste all straunge chyldren that is to saye suche as bee not chosen â—o the inheritaunce of God Psal 144. BLessed bee the Lorde my refuge whiche teacheth my handes to warre and my fingers to fyght My hope and my castle my defence and my delyuerer my shylde in whom I trust whiche gouerneth the people that is vnder my power Lorde what is maÌ„ne that thou hast suche respecte vnto hym or the soonne of manne that thou so regardest hym MaÌ„ne is like a thyng of naught his tyme passeth awaie like a shadowe Bow thy heauens oh Lorde come doune touche the mouÌ„taines that thei maie smoke again Sende forth lightenyng scater theim shote oute thyne arowes consume theim Sende doune thyne hande from aboue deliuer me take me out of the great waters from the hande of straunge children Whose mouth talkyeth of vanitie and their righte hande is all falshed That I maie syng a newe song vnto thee oh God and syng prayses vnto thee vpon a ten strynged lute Thou that geuest victorie vnto kynges and hast deliuered Dauid thy seruaunt from the perill of the swerde Saue me and deliuer me from the hande of strauÌ„ge children whose mouth talketh of vanitie and their right hande is a righ hande of falshed that oure soonnes maie growe vp like young plantes a that oure daughters maie bee as the polished corners of the temple That our garmentes maie bee full and pleÌ„teouse with all maner of store that our shepe maie bryng forth thousandes and hundreth thousaâ—des in our vilages That our oxeÌ„ maie bee stroÌ„g to laboure that there bee no mischaunce ne decaie and no complainyng in our stretes Happy are the people that bee in suche a case Yea blessed are the people whiche haue the lorde for their god ¶ A praisyng of God for his meruaylous mercy the eternal raigne of his clemencie whiche prouideth for al his creatures and in especiall for suche as feare hym Psal 145. I Will magnifie thee Oh God my kynge I will prayse thy name for euer and euer Euery daie will I geue thâ—nkes vnto thee and prayse thy name for euer and euer Greate is the LORDE and meruelouse worthy to bee praysed there is no ende of his greatnes One generacion shall prayse thy woorkes to a nother and declare thy power As for me I shall bee talkyng of thy worshippe thy glory thy prayse thy wounderous woorkes So that men shall speake of the mighte of thy merueylouse actes and tell of thy greatenesse The memoriall of thyne aboundaunt kyndenesse shall bee shewed and menne shal syng of thy righteousnesse The LORDE is gracious and mercifull long sufferynge and of greate goodnes The Lorde is louyng vnto euery manne his mercy is ouer all his workes All thy workes praise thee oh Lord thy saintes geue thankes vnto thee Thei shewe the glory of thy kyngdome and talke of thy power That thy power thy glorie mightines of thy kyngdome mighty bee knoweÌ„ vnto menne Thy kyngdome is an euerlastyng kyngdoÌ„ and thy dominion endureth through oute all ages The Lorde vpholdeth all suche as should fal and lifteth vp all those that bee doune The iyes of all waite vpon thee and thou geuest thei
their meate in due season Thou openest thy hande and fillest all thynges liuyng with plenteousnes The Lorde is righteous in all his wayes and holy in his woorkes The Lorde is nigh vnto thei that call vpon hym so that the call vpon hym faithfully He fulfilleth the desire of theim that feare hym he hearethe their crie and helpethe theim The Lorde preserueth all theim that loue hym but scatterethe abrode all the vngodly My mouth shall speake the prayse of the Lorde and let all fleshe geue thankes vnto his holy name for euer euer Prayse the euerlastyng ¶ A prayse of God that in onely God the euerlastyng kyng wee oughte to trust not in princes in power in wysedome or in the rsghteousnes of the elementes of this worlde Psal 146. PRayse the Lorde oh my soule whyle I leue will I praise the Lorde Yea as long as I haue any beeyng I will syng prayses vnto my God Oh put not your trust in princes nor in any childe of manne for there is no helpe in theÌ„ For when the brethe of manne gooeth forthe he shall turne again vnto his earth and so all his thoughtes perishe Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for his helpe whose hope is in the lorde his God Whiche made heauen and earthe the sea and all that therein is Whiche kepeth his promise for euer Whiche helpeth theim to righte that suffre wrong whiche fedeth the hungrie The Lorde louseth menne out of prisone the Lorde geueth sight to the blynde The Lorde helpeth theim vp that are fallen the Lorde loueth the righteous The Lorde careth for the straungers he detendeth the fatherlesse and the wydowe But the waie of the vngodly turneth he vpside doune The Lorde thy God oh Syon he is kyng for euermore throughout all generacions Prayse the euerlastyng ¶ A praysyng of the Lordes name Psal 147. PRayse ye the Lorde for it is a good thynge to synge prayses vnto oure God Yea a ioyfull and a pleasaunte thynge it is to bee thankefull The Lorde shall buylde vp Hierusalem and gather together the outcastes of Israell He heale the the tontrite hearte and byndethe vp their woundes He telleth the noumbre of the starres and calleth theim all by their names Greate is our Lorde and greate is his power yea his wisdome is infinite The Lorde settethe vp the mieke and bryngeth the vngodly doune to the ground Oh syng vnto the Lorde with thankesgeuyng syng prases vpon the harpe vnto our God Whiche couerethe the heauen with cloudes prepareth rayne for the earth and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines Whiche geueth fodre vnto the cattel and fiedeth the young rauens that call vpon him He hath no pleasure in the strengthe of an horsse neyther delighteth he in any mannes legges But the Lordes delighte is in theim that feare hym and putte their truste in his mercye Prayse the Lorde Oh Hierusalem prayse thy God oh Sion for he maketh fast the barres of the gates and blesseth the children within thee He maketh peace in thy borders and filleth thee with the flour of whete He sendeth forth his commaundemente vpon earth his woord runneth swiftly He geueth snowe like wolle and scattereth the hore froste like ashes He casteth forth his I se like morsels who is able to abyde his frost He seÌ„deth out his woorde and melteth theiÌ„ He bloweth with his wynde and the waters flowe He sheweth his worde vnto Iacob his statutes ordinaunces vnto Israell He hath not dealte so with all the Heathen neither haue thei knowelage of his lawes ¶ A praysyng of God from all his creatures first heauenly and then earthly Psal 148. OH prayse the Lorde of heauen prayse hym in the heigh Praise hym all his angels praise hym all his hoste Prayse hym sunne and moone prayse hym all ye starres and light Prayse him all ye heauens and ye waters that bee vnder the heaueÌ„s Let theÌ„ prayse the name of the Lorde for he speake the woorde thei were made He hath made theim faste for euer and euer He hath geuen theim a lawe whiche shall not bee broken Praise the Lorde vpon earth ye whale fisshes and all depes Fire and hayle snow and vapoures wynde storme fulfillyng his woorde Mountaines and hilles frutefull tries and all Cedres Beastes and cattel wormes and fethered foules kynges of the earthe and all people Princes all iudges of the worlde young menne and maidens olde menne and children let theÌ„ preyse the name of the Lorde For his name only is excellent all his praise aboue heauen and earth He exalteth the horne of his people all his saintes shall prayse hym the children of Israell eueÌ„ the people that serueth hym ¶ A praysyng of God in hymself that he is holy and halowyng strong and strengthyng greate makyng greate Psal 150 OH prayse the Lorde in his sanctuary praise hym in the firmameÌ„t of his power Praise hym in his noble actes prayse hym in his excellente greatenesse Prayse hym in the sounde of the trumpet praise hym vpon the lute and harpe Prayse him in the symbales daunce prayse hym vpon the sitynges and pipe Prayse hym vpon the well tuned symbales prayse hym vpon the loude symbales lette euerye thyng that hath breathe prayse the Lorde ¶ Against the enemie of the trouthe Psal 35. STirue thou with theiÌ„ oh lorde that striue with me fight thou against theiÌ„ that fight against me Laie hande vpon the shylde and spere stande vp to helpe me Draw out thy swerde and stop the waie against theim that persecute me saye vnto my soule I am thy helpe Lette theim bee confounded put to shame that seke after my soule Let theim be turned backe brought to confusion that imagyne mischief for me Lette theim bee as the dust before the wynde and the angell of the lorde scateryng theiÌ„ Let their waie bee darke slippery the angel of the lore to persecute theiÌ„ For thei haue preuily laied their net to destroy me wtout a cause Yea made a pit for my soule whiche I neuer deserued Let a sodain destruction come vpon theÌ„ vnwaers and the net that thei haue laied preuily catche them selues that thei maie fall into their owne mischeif But let my soule bee ioyfull in the Lorde and reioyse in his help Al my bones shal saie lorde who is like vnto thee Whiche deliuereste the poore from those that are to stroÌ„g for hym Yea the poore and niedy froÌ„ his robbers False wittenesse are rysen vp and laie to my charge thynges that I knowe not Thei rewarde me eiuill for good to the greate dyscomforte of my soule Neuerthelesse when thei were sicke I putte on a secke clothe I humbled my soule with fastyng my prayer turned into my bosome I behaued myself as though it had been my frende or my brother I went heuely as one that moâ—â—neth for his mother But in mynâ— adâ—â—â—sâ—tie thei reioyse and gathâ—â—â—heim together Yea the verie â—â—me câ—me together
bee oure captain the Lorde shall bee our lawe geuer The Lorde shall bee oure Kyng and he hymselfe shall bee oure sauyoure Esay 45. I Am he I am he sayth the Lorde that for mine owneselues sake dooe away thyne offences and forget thy synnes so that I wyll neuer thynke vpon theim Put me now in remembraunce for wee wyl reason together and shewe what thou haste for thee to make thee quyte Esay 45. TOurne vnto me all ye coastes of the earthe sayeth the Lorde so shall ye bee saued I am the God and there is els none I sweare by my selfe out of my mouth cometh the woorde of ryghteousnesse that may no man tourne but all knees shal bowe vnto me and all tongues shall sweare vnto me saiyng Verely in the Lorde is my righteousnesse strength To hym shal men come but all they that thynke scorne of hym shal bee confoūded And the hole sede of Israel shall bee iustified and praysed in the Lorde Esay 53. SEke the Lorde whyle he maye bee founde And call vpon hym while he is nigh Let the vngodly man forsake his wayes and the vnryghtuouse his ymaginacyons and tourne agayne vnto the Lorde so shal he bee mercyful vnto hym and to our God for he is redy to forgeue Hie. 10. THere is none lyke vnto thee oh Lorde Great arte thou great is the name of thy power Who woulde not feare the Or what kyng of the Gentiles woulde not obey thee For among all the wyse men of the gentyles in all theyr kyngdomes there is none that maye bee lykened vnto thee Hie. 10. NOwe I knowe oh Lorde that it is not in mannes power to order his owne wayes or to rule his owne steppes and gooynges Therfore chasten thou vs oh Lorde but with fauour not in thy wrathe bryng vs not vtterly to naught Hie. 14. WE knowlage Oh Lorde all oure misdedes the sinnes of our fathers for wee haue offended thee Bee not displeased oh LORDE for thy names sake forgette not thy louyng kindnesse Remembre the trone of thy glorie breake not thy couenaūt that thou haste made with vs. Are there any amonge the goddes of the Heathen that sendeth rayn or geueth the showers of heauen Dooest not thou it oh Lorde God in whom wee trust Yea Lorde thou dooest all these thinges Hie. 16. OH Lorde my strength my power and refuge in tyme of trouble Hie. 31. I Wyll plant my lawe sayth the Lorde in the inwarde partes of theim and write it in their heartes and wyll bee theyr God and they shall bee my people And frome thence forth shall no manne teache his neighboure or his brother and saye knowe the Lorde But they shall all know me frome the loweste vnto the hygheste sayeth the Lorde For I wyll forgeue theyr misdedes and wyl neuer remember theyr synnes any more Thus saieth the Lorde whiche gaue the sonne to bee a lyghte for the daye and the mone starres to shyne in the nyghte Whiche moueth the sea so that the floudes therof waxe fearce the Lorde almyghty is his name Eze. 33. AS truely as I lyue sayeth the Lorde I haue no pleasur in the death of the wycked but muche rather that the wycked tourne frome his waye and lyue Micheas 7. WHere is there O Lorde suche a God as thou that pardonest wyckednesse and forgeuest the offences of the remnaunt of thyne herytage He kepeth not his wrathe for euer And why his delyght is to haue compassion he shall tourne again and bee mercyfull vnto vs. He shall putte doune our wickednes and cast all our sinnes into the botome of the sea Thou shalt kepe thy truste with Iacob and thy mercy for Abraham as thou haste sworne vnto our fathers longe agoo Ecclesi 36. HAue mercye vpon vs oh Lorde thou God of all haue respecte vnto vs shewe vs the lyght of thy mercyes sende thy feare among the Heathen and straungers whiche seke not after thee that they may know there is no God but thou that they may shewe thy wonderous woorkes Lyfte vp thyne hande ouer the outlandyshe heathen that they maye learne to know thy myght and power Lyke as thou arte halowed in vs before theim so bryng to passe that thou mayst bee magnified in theim also before vs that they maye knowe thee lyke as wee knowe thee For there is none other God but thou onely oh Lorde renew the tokens and chaunge the wonderouse woorkes Shewe thy hand and thy ryghte arme gloriously Rayse vp thy indignacion and powre oute thy wrathe Take awaye the aduersarie and the ennemye Make the tyme shorte remembre thy couenaunte that thy wonderouse woorkes maye bee praysed Lette the fyer of the wrathe consume theim that lyue so carelesse and lette theim peryshe that dooe thy people hurte Smyte in sunder the heades of the Prynces that bee oure enemyes and saye there is none other but wee Gather thy lytle flocke together agayne that they maye knowe there is none other God but onely thou that they may shewe thy wonderous woorkes and bee thy people and heritage lyke as from the begynnyng Oh Lorde haue mercye vpon the people that hath thy name vpon Israel whome thou hast likened to a fyrst borne sōne Oh bee mercyfull vnto Israel the cytie of thy sanctificacion the citie of thy reste Fyll Syon with thy vnspeakable vertues and thy people with thy glorie Geue wytnesse vnto thy creature whom thou madest from the begynnyng and raise vp the prophecies that haue been shewed in thy name Reward thou theim that wayte for the that thy Prophetes maye bee founde faythful Oh Lorlde heare the prayer of thy seruauntes a cordyng to the blessyng of Aaron ouer thy people that all they whiche dwell vpon the earthe maye knowe that thou art the Lorde the eternall GOD whiche is from euerlastyng Ecclesi 41. OH death howe bytter is the remembraunce of thee to a man that seketh reste and comfort in his substaunce and richesse vnto the man that hath nothing to vere hym that hath prosperitie in all thynges yea to hym that yet is able for to receyue meate oh death how acceptable good is thy iudgement vnto the nedefull and vnto hym whose strengthe fayleth and that is nowe in his laste age and that in all thynges is full of care and fearfulnesse vnto hym also that is in dispayer and hath no hope nor pacyence Bee not thou afrayde of deathe remember theim that haue been afore thee and that come after thee for this is the iudgement of the Lorde ouer al fleshe And why wouldest thou bee agaynste this pleasure of the hyghest Whether it bee ten an hundreth or a thousande yeares deathe asketh not howe longe one hathe lyued PSALMES OF DAVID against tirauntes and persecutours of Goddes woorde ¶ That all such as lyue in Satans bōdage may come to the knowlage of the faythe in Iesus Christe LORD helpe for there is not one saincte more very fewe faithful are there amonges the chyldren