deuoure my soule lyke a Lion and teare it in pieces whyle there is none to helpe Oh Lorde my God yf I haue done any suche thyng or yf there be any wickednes in my handes Yf I haue rewarded euyll vnto hym that dealte frendlye with me yea I haue delyuered hym that withoute anye cause is myne enemye Then let myne enemie persecute my soule and take me yea let hym treade my lyfe downe vpon the earthe and laye myne honour in the duste Stande vp O Lorde in thy wrath and lyfte vp thy selfe because of the indignacions of myne enemies aryse vp for me in the iudgement that thou hast commaunded And so shall the congregacion of the people come aboute thee for theyr sakes therefore lyft vp thy selfe agayne The Lord shall iudge the people geue sentence with me O Lord accordyng to my righteousnesse and accordyng to the innocencie that is in me Oh let the wickednesse of the vngodly come to an ende but guyde thou the iuste For the righteous god trieth the very heartes and reines My helpe cometh of God which preserueth them that are true of heart God is a righteous iudge strong and paciente and God is prouoked euery daye Yf a man will not turne he will wheat his sweorde he hath bent hys bowe and made it ready He hath prepared for him the instrumentes of deathe he ordeyneth his arrowes agaynst the persecutours Beholde he trauayleth with mischiefe he hathe conceyued sorow and brought foorth vngodlynes He hath grauen and digged vp a pytte and is fallen hym selfe into the destruccion that he made for other For hys trauayle shall come vpon hys owne head and hys wickednesse shall fall vpon his owne pate I wyll geue thankes vnto the Lorde accordyng to hys ryghteousnesse and wyll prayse the name of the Lorde the moste hyghest Domine dominus noster Psalm viii O Lorde oure gouernour how excellent is thy name in all the worlde thou that haste sette thy glorye aboue the heauens Oute of the mouth of very babes and suckelynges haste thou ordeyned strength because of thyne enemyes that thou mightest styll the enemie and the auenger For I wyll consydre thy heauens euen the worke of thy fyngers the Moone and the sterres whyche thou hast ordeyned What is man that thou arte mindefull of hym and the sonne of man that thou vysitest hym Thou madest hym lower then the Aungels to crowne hym with glory and worship Thou makest hym to haue dominion of the woorkes of thy handes and thou hast put all thinges in subieccyon vnder hys feete All shepe and oxen yea and the beastes of the fielde The foules of the ayre and the fishe of the sea and whatsoeuer walketh thorow the pathes of the seas O Lorde oure gouernour howe excellent is thy name in all the worlde Confitebor tibi Psalm ix Morning prayer I Wyll geue thankes vnto thee O LORD with my whole hearte I wyll speake of all thy marueylous woorkes I wyll be gladde and reioyce in thee yea my songes wil I make of thy name O thou most hyest Whyle myne enemies are drieuen backe they shall fall and peryshe at thy presence For thou haste mainteyned my right and my cause thou arte sette in the throne that iudgest ryghte Thou haste rebuked the Heathen and destroyed the vngodly thou haste put out theyr name for euer and euer O thou enemye destruccions are come to a perpetuall ende euen as the cyties whiche thou haste destroyed theyr memoriall is perished with them But the Lorde shall endure for euer he hathe also prepared hys seate for iudgement For he shall iudge the worlde in righteousnesse and minister true iudgement vnto the people The Lorde also wyll bee a defence for the oppressed euen a refuge in due tyme of trouble And they that knowe thy name wyll putte theyr truste in thee for thou Lorde haste neuer fayled them that seeke thee O prayse the Lorde whyche dwelleth in Sion shewe the people of his doynges For when he maketh inquisicion for bloud he remembreth them and forgeatteth not the complaynt of the poore Haue mercye vpon me O Lorde consydre the trouble whiche I suffre of them that hate me thou that lyftest me vp from the gates of death That I maye shewe all thy prayses within the portes of the daughter of Syon I wyll reioyce in thy saluacyon The Heathen are sunken downe in the pytte that they made in the same nette whiche they hydde priuely is theyr owne foote taken The Lorde is knowen to execute iudgement the vngodly is trapped in the woorke of hys owne handes The wicked shal be turned vnto hell and all the people that forgeat God For the poore shall not bee alwaye forgotten the pacyent abiding of the meke shall not perishe for euer Vp Lorde and let not man haue the vpper hand let the Heathen be iudged in thy syghte Putte them in feare O Lorde that the Heathen maye knowe them selues to bee but men Vt quid domine psalm x. WHy standest thou so farre of O Lorde and hydest thy face in the nedefull tyme of trouble The vngodly for his owne luste doeth persecute the poore let them be taken in the craftye wilines that they haue ymagined For the vngodly hathe made boaste of his owne heartes desyre and speaketh good of the couetouse whom God abhorreth The vngodlye is so proude that he careth not for God neyther is God in all hys thoughtes Hys wayes are alwaye greuouse thy iudgementes are farre aboue oute of hys syghte and therefore defyeth he all hys enemyes For he hath sayd in his heart tushe I shall neuer be cast downe there shall no harme happen vnto me His mouthe is full of cursyng and disceyte and fraude vnder his tongue is vngodlines and vanitie He sitteth lurkyng in the theuishe corners of the stretes and priuely in his lurkyng dennes dothe he murther the innocent hys eyes are sette agaynst the poore For he lyeth wayting secretelye euen as a Lion lurketh he in hys denne that he maye rauishe the poore He doeth rauishe the poore when he geatteth him into his nette He falleth downe and humbleth hym selfe that the congregcyon of the poore maye fall into the hande of hys captaynes He hathe sayde in his hearte tushe God hathe forgotten he hydeth awaye his face and he wyll neuer see it Aryse O Lord God and lyft vp thyne hand forgeat not the poore Wherefore shoulde the wicked blaspheme God whyle he doeth say in hys hearte tushe thou God carest not for it Surely thou haste seen it for thou beholdeste vngodlynesse and wrong That thou mayest take the matter into thy hande the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee for thou arte the helper of the frendlesse Breake thou the power of the vngodlye and malicyous take awaye his vngodlynes and thou shalt fynde none The Lorde is kyng for euer and euer and the Heathen are perished out of the lande Lord thou haste hearde the desyre of the poore thou preparest theyr heart and thyne eare harkened
Syon for it is tyme that thou haue mercy vpon her yea the time is come And why thy seruauntes thynke vpon her siones and it pietieth them to see her in the dust The Heathen shall feare thy name O Lorde and all the Kynges of the earth thy Maiestie When the Lorde shall build vp Syon and when his glory shall appeare When he turneth hym vnto the prayer of the poore destytute and despyseth not theyr desyre This shal be written for those that come after and the people whiche shal be borne shall prayse the Lorde For he hathe loked downe from his sanctuary out of the heauen did the lord bebold the earth That he mighte heare the mourninges of suche as bee in captiuitie and delyuer the children appoynted vnto deathe That they maye declare the name of the Lorde in Syon and hys woorship at Ierusalem When the people are gathered together and the kyngedomes also to serue the Lorde He brought downe my strength in my iourney and shortned my dayes But I sayd O my God take me not awaye in the middest of mine age as for thy yeares they endure througeout all generacions Thou Lorde in the beginning hast layd the foundacions of the earth and the heauens are the worke of thy handes They shall perishe but thou shalte endure they all shall waxe olde as doeth a garment And as a vesture shalt thou chaunge them and they shal bee chaunged but thou art thesame and thy yeres shall not fayle The children of the seruauntes shall continue and theyr seede shall stand fast in thy sight Benedic anima mea psalm ciii PRayse the Lord O my soule and all that is within me prayse his holy name Prayse the Lorde O my soule and forgeat not al his benefites Whiche forgeueth all thy synne and healeth all thyne infirmities Whyche saueth thy lyfe from destruccyon and crouneth thee with mercy and louing kindnes Whiche satisfyed thy mouth with good thyges makyng thee young and lusty as an Eagle The Lorde executeth rygteousnes and iudgemente for all them that are oppressed with wrong He shewed his wayes vnto Moyses his woorkes vnto the children of Israel The lorde is full of compassion and mercy long suffryng and of great goodnes He will not alway bee chyding neither kepet he his angre for euer He hathe not dealt with vs after our sinnes nor rewarded vs according to our wickednesses For loke how hie the heauen is in comparisō of the earth so great is hys mercy also toward them that feare hym Loke howe wyde also the East is from the West so farre hath he set our snnes from vs. Yea lyke as a father pitieth his owne children euen so is the Lord mercyfull vnto them that feare hym For he knoweth wherof we be made he remembreth that we are but duste The dayes of man are but as grasse for he florisheth as a floure of the fielde For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it it is gone and the place therof shall know it nomore But the mercyfull goodnes of the Lorde endureth for euer and euer vpon them that feare him and his righteousnesse vpon chylders children Euen vpon suche as kepe his couenaunt and thinke vpon his commaundementes to doe them The Lorde hathe prepared his seate in heauen and hys kyngdom ruleth ouer all O prayse the Lorde ye Aungels of hys ye that excell in strength ye that fulfyll his commaundement and hearken vnto the voyce of hys wordes O prayse the Lord all ye his hostes ye seruauntes of his that doe his pleasure O speake good of the Lord all ye workes of his in al places of his dominion prayse thou the Lord O my soule Benedic anima mea psalm ciiii Euening prayer PRaise the Lord O my soule O Lord my God thou art become exceding glorious thou art clothed with maiestie and honour Thou deckest thy selfe with lighte as it were with a garment and spredest out the heauens lyke a curtaine Whych layeth the beames of his chambers in the waters and maketh the cloudes his charet and walketh vpon the wynges of the wynde He maketh hys Aungelles spirites and his ministers a flamyng fyre He laied the foundacions of the earth that it neuer should moue at any tyme. Thou coueredst it with the depe lyke as with a garment the waters stande in the hilles At thy rebuke they stye at the voyce of thy thunder they are afrayde They goe vp as hye as the hylles and downe in the valleyes benethe euen vnto the place whiche thou hast appointed for them Thou hast sette them theyr bondes whiche they shall not passe neyther turne agayne to couer the earth He sendeth the sprynges into the ryuers whiche runne among the hylles Al beastes of the fielde drinke thereof and the wild Asses quenche theyr thirst Beside them shall the foules of the ayre haue theyr habitacyon and syng among the braunches He watereth the hylles from aboue the earthe is fylled with the fruite of thy workes He bringeth foorth grasse for the cattell and greene herbe for the seruice of menne That he maye bring fode out of the earth and wyne that maketh glad the hearte of man oyle to make him a cherefull countenaunce and bread to strength mans hearte The trees of the Lord also are full of sappe euen the Ceders of Libanus whiche he hath planted Wherin the birdes make theyr nestes and the firre trees are a dwellyng for the Storke The hye hylles are a refuge for the wylde goates and so are the stony rockes for the Conies He appoynted the Moone for certayne seasons and the Sunne knoweth his goyng downe Thou makest darkenes that it may bee night wherin all the beastes of the forest doe moue The Lyons roaryng after theyr praye dooe seeke theyr meate at God The Sunne ariseth and they geat them away together and laye them downe in theyr dennes Man goeth forthe to his worke and to his labour vntyll the euenyng O Lorde how manifold are thy workes in wysdom hast thou made them all the earth is full of thy ryches So is the great and wide sea also wherein are thynges crepyng innumerable both small and great beastes There goe the shippes and there is that Leuiathan whō thou hast made to take his pastyme therein These wayte all vpon thee that thou mayste geue them meate in due season When thou geuest it them they gather it and when thou openest thy hand they are fylled with good When thou hidest thy face they are troubled when thou takest awaye theyr breath they dye and are turned agayne to theyr duste When thou lettest thy breath goe forth they shal be made and thou shalt renew the face of the earth The glorious maiestie of the Lorde shall endure for euer the Lord shall reioyce in his workes The earthe shall tremble at the loke of him yf he doe but touche the hilles they shall smoke I wyll syng vnto the Lorde as long as I lyue I wyll prayse my God whyle I haue my beyng And
slew myghtie kynges for his mercy endureth for euer Sehon kyng of the Ammorites for hys mercy endureth for euer And Og the kyng of Basan for hys mercye endureth for euer And gaue awaye theyr land for an heritage for his mercy endureth for euer Euen for an heritage vnto Israell hys seruaunte for hys mercy endureth for euer Whych remembred vs when we were in trouble for hys mercy endureth for euer And hathe delyuered vs from our enemies for hys mercy endureth for euer Whyche geueth foode to all fleshe for hys mercy endureth for euer O geue thankes vnto the god of heauen for hys mercy endureth for euer O geue thankes to the Lorde of Lordes for hys mercye endureth for euer Super flumina psalm cxxxvii BY the waters of Babilon we satte downe and wept when we remembred thee O Syon As for oure harpes we hanged them vp vpon the trees that are therein For they that ledde vs away captiue required of vs then a long and melody in our heauines syng vs one of the sōges of Syon How shall me syng the Lordes song in a straunge lande If I forgeat thee O Hierusalem let my ryght hand forgeat her connyng If I doe not remembre thee let me tongue cleaue to the roofe of my mouthe yea yf I preferre not Hierusalem in my mirth Remember the children of Edom O Lorde in the daye of Hierusalem how they said downe with it downe with it euen to the grounde O daughter of Babilon wasted with miserye yea happie shall he be that rewardeth thee as thou haft serued vs. Blessed that he be that taketh thy children and throweth them agaynst the stones Confitebor tibi domine psalm cxxxviii I Wil geue thankes vnto thee O lord with my whole hearte euen before the gods will I syng prayse vnto thee I wyll worship towarde thy holy temple and praise thy name because of thy louing kindnes and truth for thou hast magnified thy name and thy worde aboue all thynges When I called vpon thee thou heardest me and enduedst my soule with muche strength All the kinges of the earth shall prayse thee O Lorde for they haue heard the wordes of thy mouth Yea they shall syng in the wayes of the Lord that greate is the glory of the Lorde For though the Lord be high yet hath he respect vnto the lowly as for the proude he beholdeth them afarre of Thoughe I walke in the middeste of trouble yet shalte thou refreshe me thou shalt stretche furth thyne hande vpon the furiousnes of mine enemies and thy ryghte hand shall saue me The Lorde shall make good his louing kindenes towarde me yea thy mercy O lord endureth for euer despise not thē the workes of thyne owne handes Domine probasti me Psalm cxxxix Mornīg prayer O Lord thou hast searched me oute and knowen me thou knowest my downe sittyng and myne vprysing thou vnderstandest my thoughtes long before Thou arte about my path and about my bedde and spiest out all my wayes For loe there is not a worde in my tong but thou O lord knowest it altogether Thou hast fashioned me behind and before and laid thine hand vpon me Suche knowledge is to wonderful and excellent for me I cannot attayne vnto it Whether that I goe then frō thy spirite Or whether shal I goe then from thy presence If I climbe vp into heauen thou art there if I goe downe to hell thou arte there also If I take the winges of the morning and remayne in the vttermost partes of the sea Even there also shall thy hand leade me thy right hand shall holde me If I saye peraduenture the darkenes shall couer me thē shall my night be turned to day Yea the darkenes is no darkenes with thee but the night is as cleare as the day the darkenes and lighte to thee are both alike For my reines are thyne thou hast couered me in my mothers wombe I will geue thankes vnto thee for I am fearefullye and wonderouslye made marueilous are thy workes and that my soule knoweth ryght well My bones are not hid from thee thoughe I bee made secretly and fashioned beneath in the earth Thine eies did see my substaunce yet being vnperfecte and in thy boke were al my members wrytten Which day by day were fashioned when as yet there was none of them How deare are thy counsailes vnto me O gods how great is the summe of them If I tell them they are moe in number then the sande whē I wake vp I am present with thee Wilte thou not sley the wicked O god depart from me ye bloud thyrsty men For they speake vnrighteously against thee and thine enemyes take thy name in vayne Doe not I hate them O lorde that hate thee and am not I grieued with those that ryse vp agaynst thee Yea I hate them righte sore euen as thoughe they were mine enemyes Trye me O god and seke the ground of mine heart proue me and examyne my thoughtes Loke well if there be any waye of wickednes in me and leade me in the way euerlastyng Eripe me domine psal cxl DEliuer me O lord from the euil men and preserue me from the wicked men Whiche imagine mischiefe in their heartes and stire vp strife al the day long They haue sharpened their tongues like a serpent adders poyson is vnder theyr lyppes Kepe me O lord from the handes of the vngodly preserue me from the wicked men which are purposed to ouerthrow my goynges The proud haue laid a snare for me and spred a net abrode with cordes yea and set trappes in my waye I said vnto the lorde thou art my god heare the voyce of my prayers O Lorde O lord god thou strength of my health thou hast couered my head in the daye of battayle Let not the vngodly haue his desyre O Lorde let not hys mischeuous imaginacion prospere lest they be to proude Let the mischiefe of their own lippes fal vpon the head of them that compasse me about Let hote burnyng coales fall vpon them let them be caste into the fier and into the pit that they neuer rise vp agayne A man ful of wordes shal not prospere vpon the earth euil shal hunt the wicked person to ouerthrow hym Sure I am that the lord wil auenge the poore and maintayn the cause of the helpeles The righteous also shal geue thankes vnto thy name and the iust shall continue in thy syght Domine clamaui psal cxli. LOrd I cal vpon thee hast thee vnto me and consider my voyce when I crye vnto thee Let my prayer be set forth in thy sight as the incence and let the lifting vp of my handes be an euening sacrifice Set a watch O Lord before my mouth and kepe the dore of my lyppes O let not myne heart be enclined to any euil thyng let me not be occupied in vngodly workes with the men that worke wyckednes lest I eate of suche thynges as please them Let the righteous rather smite me
frēdly and reproue me But let not their precious balmes breake mine head yea I wyl pray yet agaynst their wickednes Let their iudges be ouerthrowen in stony places that they may heare my wordes for they are swete Oure bones lye scatered beefore the pit like as when one breaketh and heweth wood vpon the earth But mine eies loke vnto thee O Lorde God in thee is my trust O cast not out my soule Kepe me from the snare which they haue layd for me and from the trappes of the wycked doers Let the vngodly fal into their own nettes together and let me euer escape them Voce mea ad dominum psal cxlii Euenīg prayer I Cried vnto the lord with my voice yea euen vnto the Lord did I make my supplycacion I powred out my complayntes before him and shewed hym of my trouble When my spirite was in heauines thou knewest my path in the way wherein I walke haue they priuely laid a snare for me I loked also vpon my right hand and see there is no man that would know me I had no place to flie vnto and no man cared for my soule I cried vnto thee O lord and saied thou art my hope and my porcyon in the lande of the liuing Consider my comylaynt for I am brought very lowe O deliuer me from my persecutours for they are to strong for me Bring my soule out of prison that I maye geue thankes vnto thy name which thing if thou wilt graunt me thē shal the ryghteous resort vnto my company Domine exaudi psal cxliii HEare my prayer O Lord and considre my desire herken vnto me for thy trueth and righteousnes sake And enter not into iudgemente with thy seruaunt for in thy syght shall no man liuing be iustified For the enemy hath persecuted my soule he hath smytten my lyfe down to the grounde he hath layed me in the darkenes as the men that haue been long dead Therefore is my spirite vexed within me and my hart within me is desolate Yet I doe remembre the tyme paste I muse vpon all thy workes yea I exercise my self in the workes of thy hādes I stretch forth my handes vnto thee my soule gaspeth vnto thee as a thyrsty lande Heare me O lorde and that soone for my spirite waxeth faynte hyde not thy face from me leste I be lyke vnto them that goe down to the pit O let me heare thy louyng kyndnes betymes in the morning for in thee is my truste shewe thou me the waye that I should walke in for I lift vp my soule vnto thee Deliuer me O lorde from mine enemyes for I flie vnto thee to hyde me Teache me to doe the thyng that pleaseth thee for thou art my god let thy louing spirite leade me forth vnto the land of ryghteousnes Quickē me O lord for thy names sake and for thy righteousnes sake bryng my soule out of trouble And of thy goodnes slea mine enemies and destroy all thē that vexe my soule for I am thy seruaunt Benedictus dominus psal cxliiii Mornīg prayer BLessed bee the Lorde my strength whiche teacheth my handes to warre and my fingers to fight My hope and my fortres my castell and delyuerer my defender in whom I truste whiche subdueth my people that is vnder me Lord what is man that thou hast such respect vnto hym or the sonne of man that thou so regardest hym Man is like a thing of nought his time passeth away lyke a shadowe Bowe thy heauens O lorde and come down touche the mountaynes and they shall smoke Cast forth the lightning and teare them shote out thine arrowes and consume them Send down thyne hand from aboue deliuer me and take me out of the great waters from the hand of straunge children Whose mouth talketh of vanitie and their right hand is a ryght hand of wyckednes I will sing a new song vnto thee O god and syng praises vnto thee vpon a ten stringed lute Thou that geuest victory vnto kinges and hast deliuered Dauid thy seruaunt from the perill of the sweord Saue me and deliuer me from the hand of struange children whose mouth talketh of vanitie and their right hande is a ryght hande of iniquitie That oure sonnes maye growe vp as the yong plantes and that our daughters may be as the pullished corners of the temple That our garners may be ful and plenteous with al maner of store that our shepe may bryng forth thousandes and ten thousandes in our stretes That our oxen may be strong to laboure that there be no decay no leading into captiuitie and no complaining in our stretes Happy are the people that be in such a case yea blessed are the people which haue the lord for theyr God Exaltabo te deus psal cxlv I Wil magnifie thee O god my king and I wil prayse thy name for euer and euer Euery day wil I geue thankes vnto the and praise thy name for euer and euer Great is the lord and marueilous worthy to bee praysed there is no ende of hys greatnes One generacyon shal praise thy worke vnto another and declare thy power As for me I will be talking of thy worship thy glory thy prayse and wonderous workes So that men shal speake of the mighte of thy marueilous actes and I wyll also tell of thy greatnes The memoriall of thyne aboundaunt kindnes shal be shewed and men shal syng of thy ryghteousnes The lord is gracious and mercifull long suffering and of great goodnes The lord is louing vnto euery man and his mercy is ouer all hys workes All thy workes prayse thee O lord and thy sainctes geue thankes vnto thee They shew the glory of thy kingdom talke of thy power That thy power thy glory and mightines of thy kingdom might be knowen vnto men Thy kingdom is an euerlasting kingdome and thy dominion endureth thorowout all ages The Lorde vpholdeth all suche as fall and lyfteth vp all those that be down The eies of al waite vpon thee O Lorde and thou geuest them theyr meate in due season Thou openest thyne hande and fillest all thinges liuing with plenteousnes The lord is righteous in al his wayes and holy in all hys workes The lord is nie vnto al them that cal vpon him yea al such as call vpon hym faythtfully He wil fulfyl the desyre of them that feare him he also will heare theyr crye and wyll helpe them The lord preserueth al them that loue him but scatereth abrode all the vngodly My mouth shall speake the prayse of the Lorde and let all fleshe geue thankes vnto hys holy name for euer and euer Lauda anima mea psal cxlvi PRaise the lord O my soule while I liue wil I prayse the lord yea as long as I haue any being I wil sing prayses vnto my god O put not your trust in Princes nor in any childe of man for there is no helpe in them For when the breath of mā goeth furth he shal turne again to hys
earth and then all hys thoughtes peryshe Blessed is he that hath the God of Iacob for hys helpe and whole hope is in the Lord hys god Which made heauen and earth the Sea and al that therin is which kepeth hys promyse for euer Which helpeth them to ryght that suffre wrong whiche fedeth the houngry The lord loseth men out of prieson the lord geueth syght to the blynde The lord helpeth them that are fallen the Lord careth for the ryghteous The lord careth for the straūgers he defendeth the fatherlesse and widdowe as for the waye of the vngodly he turneth it vpsyde downe The lorde thy god O Sion shall be kyng for euermore and thorowout all generacions Laudate dominum psal cxlvii Euenīg prayer O Prayse the lorde for it is a good thyng to syng prayses vnto our God yea a ioyfull and pleasaunt thyng is it to be thankefull The lord doth build vp Hierusalem and gather together the outcastes of Israel He healeth those that are broken in heart and geueth medecine to heale their sickenes He telleth the number of the starres and calleth them al by their names Great is our lord and great is his power yea his wisdom is infinite The lorde setteth vp the meke and bringeth the vngodly down to the grounde O sing vnto the lord with thankesgeuing sing praise vpon the harpe vnto our god Whiche couereth the heauen with cloudes and prepareth raine for the earth and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes and hearbe for the vse of men Which geueth fodder vnto the cattell and fedeth the young rauens that call vpon hym He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse neither delighteth he in any mans legges But the lordes delight is in them that feare hym and put theyr trust in hys mercy Prayse the Lorde O Ierusalem prayse thy God O Syon For he hath made faste the barres of thy gates and hath blessed thy children within thee He maketh peace in thy borders and filleth the with floure and wheate He sendeth furth his commaundement vpon earth and his word runneth very swiftly He geueth snowe lyke wolle and scattereth the hoare frost lyke asshes He casteth foorth hys yse lyke morselles who is hable to abide his frost He sendeth out his worde and melteth them he bloweth with his winde and the waters slowe He sheweth his woorde vnto Iacob hys statutes and ordinaunces vnto Israel He hath not dealte so with any nacion neyther haue the Heathen knowledge of hys lawes Laudate dominum de celis psalm cxlviii O Prayse the lorde of heauen praise him in the heigth Praise him al ye Aungels of his praise him al his host Prayse him sunne and Mone praise him al ye starres and lyght Prayse him al ye heauens and ye waters that be aboue the heauens Let them prayse the name of the Lorde for he spake the worde and they were made he cōmaunded and they were created He hath made them fast for euer and euer he hath geuen them a lawe whiche shall not be broken Prayse the Lorde vpon earth ye dragons all diepes Fier and haile snow and vapors winde and storme fulfilling his worde Mountaynes and al hils fruitefull trees and al Cedres Beastes and all cattel wormes and fethered foules Kinges of the earth and all people princes and al iudges of the worlde Young men and maidens olde men and children praise the name of the Lorde for his name onely is excellent and hys prayse aboue heauen and earth He shall exalte the horne of his people al his saintes shal praise him euen the children of Israel euen the people that serueth hym Cantate domino psalm cxlix O Sing vnto the Lorde a newe song let the congregacion of sainctes prayse him Let Israel reioyce in him that made him and lette the children of Syon be ioyefull in theyr Kyng Let them prayse hys name in the daunce let them syng prayses vnto him with tabret and harpe For the Lorde hathe pleasure in his people and helpeth the meke hearted Let the sainctes be ioyefull with glory let them reioyce in theyr beddes Let the praises of God be in their mouth and a two edged sweorde in theyr handes To bee auenged of the Heathen and to rebuke the people To bynde theyr kinges in chaynes and theyr nobles with linkes of yron That they may be auenged of them as it is written such honour haue all his sainctes Laudate dominum psalm cl O Prayse God in his holines praise hym in the firmament of his power Prayse hym in hys noble actes prayse hym according to his excellent greatnesse Prayse hym in the sound of the trumpet prayse hym vpon the lute and harpe Prayse him in the cimbals and daunces prayse hym vpon the stringes and pype Prayse hym vpon the well tuned cimbals prayse hym vpon the loud cimbals Let euery thyng that hath breath prayse the Lorde ¶ The ende of thys Booke ¶ Certain godly prayers to be vsed for sondrye purposes ¶ A generall confession of sinnes to be sayd euery mornyng O Almightye God oure heauenly father I confesse and knowledge that I am a miserable a wretched synner and haue manyfolde wayes moste grieuously transgressed thy most godli commaundementes thorowe wicked thoughtes vngodly lustes synfull woordes and dedes and in my whole lyfe In synne am I borne and conceued and there is no goodnes in me inasmuch as if thou shouldest entre into thy narrow iudgemente with me iudgeyng me accordyng vnto thesame I were neuer able to suffre or abide it but must nedes perishe and bee damned for euer So little helpe coumforte or succour is there eyther in me or in anye other creature Onely this is my coumfort O heauenly father that thou didst not spare thy onely deare beloued sonne but diddest geue him vp vnto the most bitter and moste vile and slaunderous death of the crosse for me that he mighte so paye the raunsome for my sinnes satisfie thy iudgement stil and pacifie thy wrath reconcile me againe vnto thee and purchase me thy grace fauour and euerlastyng lyfe Wherfore thorow the merite of his most bitter death and passion and thorow his innocēt bloudsheding I beseche thee O heauenly father that thou wilt vouchsafe to be gracious and merciful vnto me to forgeue and to pardon me all my sinnes to lighten my hearte with thy holye spirite to renue confirme and strengthen me with a ryght and a perfect fayth and to enflame me in loue toward thee and my neighboure that I maye hencefoorthe with a willyng and a gladde hearte walke as it becometh me in thy most godly commaundementes and so gloryfye prayse thee euerlastyngly And also that I maye with a free concyence and quiete hearte in all maner of temptacyons afflyccyons or necessyties euen in the verye pangues of deathe crye boldelye and merelye vnto thee and saye I beeleue in God the father almyghtye maker of heauen and earthe And in Iesus Christ c. But O lord God
Lord that made the heauens Glory and worship are before him power and honour are in hys Sanctuary Ascrybe vnto the Lorde O ye kynredes of the people ascribe vnto the Lorde worship and power Ascribe vnto the Lorde the honoure due vnto hys name bring presentes and come into hys courtes O worship the Lorde in the beautie of holynesse lette the whole earth stande in awe of hym Tell it out among the heathen that the Lord is kyng and that it is he which hath made the rounde world so fast that it cannot be moued and howe that he shall iudge the people righteously Let the heauens reioyce and let the earth be glad lette the sea make a noyse and all that therein is Let the field be ioyful and al that is in it then shall all the trees of the wood reioyce before the Lorde For he cometh for he cometh to iudge the earth and wyth righteousnes to iudge the worlde and the people wyth hys trueth Domimus regnauit Psal xcvii THe Lord is king the earth may be glad therof yea the multitude of the Isles may be glad therof Cloudes and darkenes are roūd about him righteousnes and iudgemente are the habitacion of his seate There shall goe a fyre before hym and bunre vp his enemies on euery side Hys lyghtenynges gaue shyne vnto the worlde the earth saw it and was afrayd The hilles melted lyke waxe at the presence of the lorde at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth The heauens haue declared his righteousnesse and al the people haue seen hys glory Confounded be all they that worship carued ymages and that delight in vaine goddes worship hym al ye goddes Syon heard of it and reioised and the daughters of Iuda were glad because of thy iudgement O Lord. For thou lorde art hier then all that are in the earth thou art exalted farre aboue all goddes O ye that loue the Lord se that ye hate the thing whyche is euill the Lorde preserueth the soules of hys saynctes he shall deliuer them from the hande of the vngodly There is sprong vp a light for the righteous and a ioyefull gladnes for such as be true hearted Reioyce in the Lord ye righteous and geue thankes for a remembraunce of hys holynes Cantate domino Psal xcviii Euening prayer O Sing vnto the Lorde a newe song for he hath done marueylous thynges With his own right hand and with his holy arme hath he gotten hymselfe the victory The Lorde declared hys saluacion his righteousnes hath he openly shewed in the sight of the Heathen He hath remembred hys mercye and trueth towarde the house of Israel and al the endes of the world haue seen the saluacyon of our god Shewe pour selues ioyefull vnto the Lorde al ye landes syng reioyce and geue thankes Psrayse the Lorde vpon the harpe syng to the harpe with a Psalme of thankesgeuing With trumpettes also and shawmes O shew your selues ioyefull before the Lorde the Kyng Lette the Sea make a noyse and all that therein is the round worlde and they that dwell therein Let the fluddes clappe theyr handes and lette the hylles be ioyfull together before the Lorde for he is come to iudge the earth With rightousnes shall he iudge the worlde and the people with equitie Dominus regnauit psalm xcix THe Lorde is kyng be the people neuer so vnpaciente he sytteth betwene the Cherubins be the earth neuer so vnquiet The Lorde is great in Sion and hye aboue all people They shal geue thankes vnto thy name whiche is great wonderfull and holy The Kynges power loueth iudgemente thou haste prepared equitie thou hast executed iudgemente and righteousnesse in Iacob O magnifye the Lorde oure God and fall downe before his footestole for he is holy Moyses and Aaron among his Priestes and Samuel among suche as call vpon hys name these called vpon the Lorde and he hearde them He spake vnto them oute of the cloudye pyller for they kepte hys testimonies and the law that he gaue them Thou heardest them O Lorde our God thou forgauest them O God and punishedst theyr owne inuencions O magnifye the Lorde our God and worshyp him vpon his holy hyll for the Lorde our God is holy Iubilate deo psalm c. O Bee ioyefull in the lorde all ye landes serue the Lorde with gladnesse and come before hys presence with a song Be ye sure that the Lorde he is God it is he that hathe made vs and not we our selues we are hys people and the shepe of his pasture O goe your way into his gates with thankesgeuyng and into hys courtes with prayse bee thankefull vnto hym and speake good of his name For the lorde is gracious his mercye is euerlastyng and his trueth endureth from generacion to generacion Misericordiam psalm ci MY song shal be of mercy and iudgemente vnto thee O lorde will I syng O lette me haue vnderstandyng in the waye of godlynes When wilt thou come vnto me I will walke in my house with a perfect hearte I will take no wicked thyng in hand I hate the synnes of vnfaythfulnes there shal no such cleaue vnto me A froward hearte sall depart from me I will not know a wicked person Whoso prieuely slaundreth his neighbour hym will I destroye Whoso hathe also a proude loke and hye stomake I will not suffer him Mine eyes looke vpon suche as bee faithful in the lande that they may dwell with me Whoso leadeth a godly lyfe he shal be my seruaunte There shal no disceytful person dwell in my house he that telleth lyes shall not tary in my sight I shal soone destroye al the vngodly that are in the land that I maye roote oute all wicked dooers from the cytie of the Lorde Domine exaudi oracionem meam psalm cii Mornīg prayer HEare my prayer O Lorde and let my crying come in vnto thee Hyde not thy face fro me in the tyme of my trouble enclyne thyne eares vnto me when I call O heare me and that ryght soone For my dayes are consumed awaye lyke smoke and my bones are brent vp as it were a fyrebrand My hearte is smitten downe and withered lyke grase so that I forgeat to eate my bread For the voyce of my groning my bones will scante cleaue to my fleshe I am become like a Pellicane of the wildernes and lyke an Owle that is in the deser te I haue watched and am euen as it were a sparowe that sitteth alone vpon the house toppe Mine enemies reuile me all the day long and they that are mad vpon me are sworne together agaynst me For I haue eaten asshes as it mere bread and mingled my drynke with weping And that because of thyne indignacion and wrathe for thou hast taken me vp and cast me downe My dayes are gone like a shadowe and I am withered lyke grasse But thou O lorde shalt endure for euer and thy remembraunce throughout all generacions Thou shalte aryse and haue mercy vpon