is bent Lo as the seruantes eyes are fyxte vpon theyr maisters hande So do we loke on our Lord God do before him stande And as the handmaydes eyes behold the hande of hir mestres So are our eies turned to him tyll we fele his goodnes Deale mercifully wyth vs Lorde deale thou mercifully For wyth contempt we are fylled and that in great plentie Longe tyme nowe hath our soule benfull of the rych mens mockynge So hath it ben longe satisfied wyth proude mens despysynge The .cxxiiij. Psalme NOwe maye Israell salfly saye we had all dyed in dede Had not the lord that is redye with vs holpen at nede Excepte the lord had holpen vs when mē agaynst vs rose In theyr Ire they had eaten vs alyue as I suppose By this tyme they had drowned vs as waters that do flowe And as a swyfte streme they had gone quite ouer our heades nowe By thys tyme I saye the waters that swell excedyngly Had ouercome our syly soule and caused vs to dye We muste preach and set forth the Lorde we most prayse him I saye That hath not geuen vs to theyr teeth that we should be theyr praye For our soule hath scaped theyr snare and is nowe at large set Euen as the sparowe that breaketh out of the foulars net The net is broken nowe I saye we are escaped Our helpe therfore is in his name that hath all thynges formed The .cxxv. Psalme ALl such as do truste in the Lorde shall neuer be moued More then the holy hyll Sion that is surly founded And as aboute Ierusalē are hyghe hylles on eche syde So shall the Lorde compasse hys floke from hense forth at eche tyde For the parte of wyckednes shall not wyth the iuste remayne Leste from doynge iniquitie theyr handes shoulde not refrayne O Lord do thou good vnto them in whom thou doest good fynde And to all suche as thou knowest to be of a good mynde And let suche as do wyckedlye haue the wyckedes rewarde At the Lordes hande that Israel maye lyue nowe in salfegarde The .cxxvj. Psalme WHen the Lorde shall restore Sion out of bondage agayne Thē shal we be lyke men that dreame that they haue lyued in payne Our mouth and tonge shall be full wyth laughter and syngynge then And the Heathen shall saye the Lorde hath done much for these men The Lorde no doubt hath done wyth vs thynges that are greate in dede And we are made merie therby and greatly conforted Oh Lorde leade thou vs home agayne out of captiuitie Euen as thou causeste the riuers of the south parte to drye Let them that sowe theyr seede wyth teares and water of thyre eies Reioyce when they shall reape the same in moste plentifull wise The man that beareth the seedlepe shall go on styll wepynge But when he shall carie the sheaues he shal returne syngynge The .cxxvij. Psalme VNlesse the Lorde do builde the house the buildars lose theyr payne And except he kepe the citie the kepars watch in vayne It is in vayne that you do rise so sone and reste so late And that you get your vitayles wyth payn and sorowes so greate Syth in the meane ceasone God doeth graunte slepe and quiete reste To his dearlynges and all such men as his herte lyketh beste Beholde the byrthryght of the Lorde is chylder and younge frye And the wages that he geueth the fruite of the bealye The chyldren that be borne in youth whylse boeth parentes be yonge Are lyke the arrowes that are shotte by a man that is stronge And happie is he that fylleth his quiuer wyth the same For when they shal stryue wyth they re lyke they shall sustayne no shame The .cxxviij. Psalme HAppye and blessed is that man that feareth God aryght And walketh forward in his wayes with all his mayne myght Thynges gotten wyth his labour he shall eate of at his nede He shal be blessed shal lyue moste welthyly in dede In his house sydes his wyfe shall be as a vyne most fruitfull And his sonnes lyke Olyue branches rownd aboute his table For lo in this sorte is the man made blessed and happie That doeth stande in dreade and feare of the Lorde vnfaynedly Out of Sion the Lord shall geue to him this good blessynge To se Ierusalem in peace all dayes of his lyueynge And to se the sonnes of his sonnes descendynge of hys bloud And eke the state of Israell boeth fortunate and good The .cxxix. Psalme NOwe may Israell saye they haue fought ryght sore agaynst me Verie oftē from my youth vp that myne enimies be Ryght ofte they haue fought against me from my yougth may he saye Yet agaynst me could they neuer preuayle ne haue theyr waye The plowmen haue plowed my backe and made ther forowes longe But the iuste Lorde hath cut the bandes of men wicked and stronge Let all that hate Sion take shame and be dryuen backe and made Lyke grasse that groweth on houses and doeth sodenly fade So that the reapar can not fynde enough to fyll hys hande Neither the byndar hys arme full to laye wythin hys bande Neither do they that passe by saye the Lorde geue you blessynge In the Lordes name we wyshe you good and encrease of all thynge The .cxxx. Psalme FRom the deapth of all miserie O Lord on the call I Lorde heare my voyce let thyne eares geue hede vnto my crye For if thou Lord God wouldeste marcke synnes who coulde then be saued But thou arte full of clemencie and arte therfore feared For the haue I loked O Lorde so hath my soule also And in the do I put my truste boeth in well and in wo. My soule doeth loke tarie for the Lorde from the morne tyde From morne to morne I saye my soule doeth for the Lorde abyde Let Israell waite on the Lorde for wyth him is mercie And wyth the Lorde redemption is wonderfull plentie For he redemeth Israel from al his wyckednes ▪ And setteth all his people free from theyr iniquities The .cxxxi. Psalme O Lorde myne hert hath not bene proude neither myne eies loftie I haue not sought prayse in great thynges neither clymed to hye I lle myght I speed if I haue not though myselfe none other Then the yonge chylde that is weaned at home wyth his mother And the soule or the mynde that doeth wythin my bodie reste Is lyke the chyld that lately hath bene takē from the breste Oh Israell waite on the Lorde truste styl in him I saye Put all thy confidence in him for euer and for aye The .cxxxij. Psalme O Lorde be myndfull of all thynges that haue vexed Dauid That to his good all his trouble maye be alwaye turned For he hath sworne vnto the Lorde and vowed solemnely To the myghtie God of Iacob and sayed for certentie I lle myght I spede if I enter my tent or clyme my bedde Or if I shall graunte any slepe to the eies of myne heade Or if I suffer myne eie leddes to wyncke
loded wyth syluer and wyth golde And in theyr kynreddes none was weake were he neuer soolde And all Egypt reioyced much when they gan to departe For the feare of the Lordes people had stryke them to the herte He spred abroade a cloude in steade of a veyle them to hyde Ryght so dyd he a flameynge fyre to shyne in the nyght tyde And when the people cried to him he gaue them quayles plentie And with breade that fell from heauē he dyd them satisfie And laste of al the greate rocke brake and waters gan flowe out Through places that were passynge drye lyke a riuerfull stoute For he retayned styll in myde hys promise moste holy Made to his seruaunt Abraham whoe worshipt-him trulye And he led forth his owne people with ioye and reioyceynge So dyd he his beloued men with most ioyful syngynge And to them he gaue the contreis of men that were Heathen That they myght possesse thynges that were by theyr laboure gotten To the ende that they myght obserue hys lawes and holde hys laye Wherfore I saye prayse ye the Lorde prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cvi. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to hym for hys mercie continueth for aye Who can be able to declare the stronge worckes of the Lorde Or to speake of all hys prayses and the same to recorde Oh happie are they that do kepe iudgmēt and therin staye Right so are they happie that do worcke rightuousnes alwaye Lord for the loue thou bearest to thy flocke remembre me And visite me Lorde for the health that remayneth in the. That I may se thy chosen sorte lyue in felicitie And maye reioyce wyth thy people and with thy stocke glorie We haue synned as greatly as euer our fathers dyd We haue done vniustly and haue wrought thynges that are wycked Thy wonders in Egypt they dyd not weygh and scanne wysly Ne kept thy greateste benifites in perfect memorie And when they came vnto the sea there were they vnruly At the red sea I saye they were rebelles stoute and sturdie Yet dyd the Lorde preserue them all for his names sake only That hys strength and hys myghtie powre myght be more knowne therby And he rebuked the red sea and forthwyth it was drye And then he led them through the depe as through desert saflye And he saued them pullynge them out of theyr enmyes powre And eke from theyr enimies handes he dyd them deliuer But the waters ouerwhelmed theyr enmies in such sorte That none of them was lefte on lyue to make therof report Then gaue they credite to his wordes gan his prayse to synge But streyght waye they forgate his worckes myndynge his lawes nothynge They burned wyth concupiscence in the desert doubtlesse So they tempted and proued God in the rude wyldernes And he gaue the thynge that they dyd so ernestly desyre But wythall he gaue them a plage for theyr rewarde and hyre More ouer in theyr tentes they dyd Moses enuie and hate And so dyd they Aaron that was to the Lord consecrate Wherfore the earth dyd open hir dyd Dathan swalowe And all Abirase companye it dyd ouerwallowe The fyre also burned full hotte in these mens companie The flameynge fyre that burned vp men that were vngodly More ouer they made them a calfe at Oreb that montayne And gaue honour to an Image that fyre had molt certayne So chaunged they the maiestie of theyr God most myghtie For an Image of oxe or cowe that eateth grasse dayly And they forgate God vtterly that had them salfly kept And that had wrought so noble thynges in the land of Egypt They forgate him I saye that had at C ham greate wonders wrought And fearefull thynges at the red sea through which he had them brought He had decreed to destroye them tyll Moses his chosen Had made request in theyr behalfe and his anger broken They dyd also forsake the land that they had desyred Geueyng no credite to the worde of him that promised And in theyr tentes they murmured and dyd in herte repyne Neither were they obedient vnto goddes worde diuine Then sware he to them that he would destroye them in deserte And theyr seede emonge the heathen and scatter them aparte Then dyd they ioyne them selues vnto Ball Peor as theyr heade And then they eate of thynges offred vnto goddes that were deade And by theyr owne studies and wayes they dyd kendle Goddes Ire That most cruel destruction myght be theyr worthy hyre As when good Phine has stode vp and thought good to destroye The shamlesse worckar of his wil that plage myght cease therby Which thynge was imputed to him for iustice right and true And in lyke maner shall it be whylse tyme shall continue At the water of stryfe also theyr Lorde they prouoked And for theyr sakes good Moses was at Goddes hande punished For they had so vexed his mynde and eke his pacience That he spake some thynge wyth his mouth that lacked reuerence More ouer they spared such men as the Lorde bade them stroye They occupied wyth the Heathen and learned theyr worckes therby So that they worshypt theyr Idoles which were to them a snare For to deuelles they kylled theyr sonnes and daugthers wythout care The gyltlesse bloude of theyr childrē they shed in sacrifice To the Chananites Images in most vngodly wise And in theyr dedes they were vncleane wycked was theyr waye And in theyr owne inuentions they wandered astraye And the Lorde was excedynge wrath wyth his people therfore And hated his enheritaunce that had synned so sore In so much that he gaue them vp into the heathens handes And would theyr enimies shoulde rule boeth them and eke theyr landes Yea theyr enimies vexed them and dyd them sore agreue And caused them magre theyr heade vnder theyr powre to lyue Sometyme he set them free but they by theyr wayes that were vayne Prouoked him and theyr mysse lyfe made them styll pore agayne Yet when he sawe theyr miseries and hearde theyr dolefull crye Myndfull of his promes to them he shewed his greate mercie He pitied them I saye after his plentie of mercies And made them fynde fauour in the syght of theyr enimies Kepe vs O Lord that arte our God and gather thyne elect From emonge the heathen that do not loue the nor thy secte Kepe vs I saye that we maye styll thyne holy name confesse And celebrate the wyth prayses after thy worthines The Lord God of Israel is to be praysed foraye Let all the people saye Amen prayse ye the Lord I saye The .cvij. Psalme COnfesse cōfesse vnto the Lord for he is good I saye Confesse to him for his mercie continueth for aye Let such as the lord hath made fre saye nowe vnfaynedly That he hath set them fre from the powre of the enimie And that he hath gathered them out of all regions From east from west from the north and the south nations And whē they
of shype O thou sea what is the bytyd that thou goest backe agayne And thou Iordayne what thynge is it that doeth thy course restrayne And ye mountaynes what causeth you lyke wanton rammes to shyp And you little hylles for to playe as do the lambes of shype And thou earth se thou quake also in the lordes feare alwaye Se that thou tremble in the feare of Iacobs God I saye For he maketh a standynge pole of the rocke that was drye And of the flynt a spryngynge well rennyng out plentuousely The .cxv. Psalme FOr thy mercie Lord and thy trueth vouchsafe to amplifie The glorie of thy blessed name not our vayne glorie For whye should the Heathen saye thus wyth a disdaynefull mynde I praye you where or in what place should we these mens God fynde Whye should they speake such wordes I saye wyth thoughtes excedyng isle Syth our God is in heauen and doeth all thynges that he wyll But these mens Images are made of gould and syluer vayne And are the vayne worckes of mans hande fruites of an idle brayne For they haue a mouth and speake not eies that do not se So haue they eares and do not heare such worthy thynges they be They haue a nose and do not smelle and handes that do not fele So haue they fete do not walke neyther once moue theyr hele And wyth theyr throte they do brynge forth no maner voyce at all And for helpe in theyr daynger they can neither crye nor calle Lyke vnto whome such shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall all that put theyr truste in thynges that are so vayne O Israell trust in the Lorde O faythfull men I saye Truste in the Lorde that is your helpe and your bucklar for aye O ye that be of Aharons house and the hygh priestes kynne Truste in the Lord that is your helpe and targate to truste in All ye that feare the Lorde I saye haue in him confidence For he it is that is your helpe and targate of defence The Lorde that maketh the houshold of Israell happy And eke the houshold of Aharon hath vs in memorie And he maketh all that feare him happie and fortunate Aswell such as are verie smalle as the myghtie and greate He shall also heape vnto you good turne vpon good turne Not only vnto you I saye but eke to your chyldren And you he hath alredie made happy fortunate Euen he I saye that dyd the heauen eke the earth create And the heauen is reserued for the Lord God alone But the earth he hath geuen to men for thē to dwell vpon As for the dead they prayse not God they do no mercie craue No more doeth any emonge them that go downe to the graue But we shall preach and set forth God frō henseforth euer more We shal declare his myghtie worckes prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxvj. Psalme I Loue the Lord because he heard myne humble voyce and crie And because he gaue eare I wyll calle on him tyll I dye The cordes of death had gyrded me eke the straytes of hell Had caught me and I was fallen into daynger cruell But I called on the Lordes name thus I sayde in dede Lorde for thy mercie delyuer thy seruantes soule at nede The Lorde is full of benifites and eke of iustice all And our God is right mercifull when we do on him call The Lorde that vseth to defende the sylley simple sorte Preserued me when I was weake and was all my conforte My soule returne into the place of thy quiete and reste For the Lorde hath done good to the. euen as thou desyreste Thou hast plucked my soule from death Lorde and his cruell stynge So haste thou done myne eyes from teares and my fete from slydynge Wherfore I wyll lyue holyly before the Lorde I saye In the contreys and regions of men that lyue for aye My fayth and promise vnto God I helde most constantly ▪ Euen when I was forced to saye I am decayed greatly Yea when I sayd in my swyfte chase and when I fled in haste All men are false ther is none true or that of trueth doeth taste What worthy thanckes therfore shall I geue to the Lorde saye ye For all the benifites that he hath shewed vnto me The cup wherwyth men vse to geue thanckes for health receyued The same wyll I take call on the Lordes name so blessed And nowe before all his people to the Lord wyll I paye All vowes that I haue made to him or else shall make for aye For wyth the Lorde the death of suche as serue hym loueyngely Is of such price that none of them shal suffer death vaynely Ah Lorde I am thy pore seruant thy pore seruant am I And the sonne of thyne handmayden whoe dydeste my bondes vntie To the therfore I wyll confesse and that wyth sacrifice And wyll call vpon the Lordes name in my most faythfull wise Nowe before all the Lordes people all my vowes wyll I paye In his courtes at Ierusalem prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxvij. Psalme ALl nations prayse ye the Lorde prayse and extolle his name All people of the worlde preach him let your lyfe do the same For his mercie towardes vs I saye doeth excell euer more And his trueth abydeth for aye praise ye the Lorde therfore The .cxviij. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to hym for hys mercie continueth for aye Nowe let Israell saye that his mercie dureth for aye And let Aharōs house saye that his goodnes doeth not decay Yea let all them that feare the Lorde euē nowe stand forth and saye That his moste mercifull goodnes cōtinueth for aye When I was in affliction on God then called I And he graunted all my requeste and that aboundauntly Wherfore the Lorde takynge my parte I wyll not stand in feare Of any thyng that mans wytte can inuent to do me deare For when the Lorde is one of them that cometh to helpe me Then shall I se all my desyre vpon myne enimie For it is better to trust in the Lorde then in man vayne So is it to truste in the Lorde then in princes certayne If all nations dyd hedge me in compasse rownde about Yet do I trust by the Lordes name to cutte me a waye out If they should compasse me aboute I say and hedge me in I do not doubt by the Lordes name awaye out for to wynne And though they compasse me about lyke bees when they do swarme Yet shall they faynt lyke fyre in thornes and do me little harme And I truste that through the Lordes name wheron I do styll call I shall cutte a waye out and set myselfe fre from them all Oh thou that waste myne enimie thou madest me fall certayne But yet the Lorde hath holpen me and set me vp agayne For God it is that is my strength my salfgard and my wealthe So is
or do once nodde Tyll I fynde a place for the Lorde and house for Iacobs God Him haue we hearde in Ephrata there haue we heard his sounde And in the fieldes of wyldernes present we haue him founde Go we therfor to his dwellynges throne where he doeth sitte And let vs fall downe and worshyp the stole vnder his fete Arise O Lorde thou that shalt come into thy quiete reste Arise thou I saye and let the arcke of thy powre be preste Let thy priestes put on rightuousenes let thy good men synge And for thy seruant Dauids sake saye not naye to thy kynge The Lorde sware trueth vnto Dauid and wyll it not denie That he would set vpon his throne some fruite of his bealy If thy sonnes shal kepe my comnaunt and lawes that I shall teache Theyr sonnes also shall weare the crowne so longe as tyme doeth reache For the Lorde hath chosen Sion to be his seate sayeinge This is myne euerlastynge rest here shall be my dwellynge For I haue chosen hir and wyll geue hir vitailes plentie And wyth breade wyll I fede hir pore and them all satisfie Hir priestes I wyll indue wyth health they shall be in salftie And the good mē that dwel in hir shal synge reioyceyngly In hir wyll I make Dauids horne his power for to springe And in hir I haue prepared a candle for my kynge Whose enimies I wil endue wyth rebuke and wyth shame But vpon him shall aye florish his crowne diadeame The .cxxxiij. Psalme BEhold howe good a thynge it is howe pleasaunt to see If brothers can dwell togither in all pointes agree It is lyke as if good oyntmēt that smelleth moste swetely Beynge shed on the heade should drope on the bearde by and by The beard I saye of the hygh priest that was named Aharon And should drope on the cape of the garmentes that he had on Lyke the dewe of mounte Hermon that on Sions hille doeth falle Where the Lorde bade blessynge should be and lyfe sempiternall The .cxxxiiij. Psalme BEholde ye seruantes of the Lorde preach ye the Lorde of myght All ye I saye that stande present in the Lordes house by nyght Lyfte vp your handes wyth holines towarde his sanctuarie And preach the Lord shewe forth hys prayse and eke hys greate mercie The Lorde geue the out of Sion welth felicitie The Lorde I saye that made the earth and eke the heauen hye The .cxxxv. Psalme OH ye that be the Lordes seruātes prayse his name without staye Al ye that stāde in the Lordes house our goddes courtes I saye Prayse God for whye the Lord is good syng vnto his name For it is full pleasaunt and good wherfore prayse ye the same For God hath chosen vnto hym Iacob Israell To be hys people and hys flocke thys do I knowe right well For I knowe that the lorde is greate and doeth all goddes excell And doeth all thynges at hys pleasure in heauen earth and in hell Frō al the borders of the earth he draweth vp clowdes I knowe He turneth lyghtnynges into rayne and maketh the wyndes blowe He strake and slewe all the fyrste borne aswell of man as beaste That were of the frye of Egypt where his flocke was oppreste He sent forth signes and eke wōders amyd Thegyptians lande So dyd he to kynge Pharao wyth all his garde or band Manye and sundrye nations he dyd also destroye So dyd he kyll right many kynges moste puisaunt and myghtie He destroyed Sichon himselfe the kynge of Amorrites And Og kynge of Basan wyth all kyngdomes of Chananites And he gaue theyr enheritaunce theyr byrthright I saye To his people that it myght be theyr heritage for aye O Lorde thy name is eternall so is thy memorie Thou shalt neuer be forgotten thy name shall neuer die For the Lorde shall iudge his people he shall reuenge theyr wronge And from his flocke he shall returne wyth a reioyceynge songe The Images of the heathen are of gould and syluer The worcke that mans hand hath brought forth and molten togither For they haue mouthes and do not speake and eies and do not see So haue they eares and do not heare suche worthy thynges they be They haue a nose yet in theyr mouth ther is no breath at all They haue no breath to speake to such as do vpon them call Lyke whom all such men shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall they that put theyr trust in thynges that are so vayne Ye house of Israell I saye preach ye the Lorde therfore And ye house and stocke of Aharon preache the Lorde euer more Ye house and kynred of Leuie ye priestlye nation Preache ye the Lorde O ye that feare the Lorde preach hym eche one The Lorde that hath hys dwellynge in Ierusalem for aye Must haue his prayse out of Sion prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxxxvj. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to him for hys goodnes continueth for aye Confesse vnto the God of goddes whose goodnes doeth styll laste Confesse vnto the Lord of lordes whose mercie is not paste Because hys goodnes hath no ende he doeth wonders alone· And by hys wisedome he hath made the heauens euerychone Because his mercie is endlesse he hath lyfted vp grownde Aboue the waters hath made two lyghtes boeth greate and rownde Because hys goodnes hath no ende he made the sunne so bryght To rule the daye eke the mone starres to rule the nyght Because his mercie is endlesse he slewe the fyrste borne all Of the Egyptians and brought Israell out of thralle Because his goodnes hath none ende he dyd this wyth greate myght And wyth an arme that was styfly stretched out in theyr syght Because hys mercie is endlesse he dyd the red sea slyt In sunder and brought Israell salfe and sounde thorowe it Because hys goodnes hath none ende he drowned Pharao ▪ Subuertynge hym in the red sea and hys armie also Because hys mercie is endlesse he led through desert lande His owne people and slewe greate kynges that dyd hys flocke wythstande Because his goodnes hath none ende he slewe kynges moste myghtie Sichon hym selfe that was the kynge of Thamorrites Citie Because hys mercie is endlesse he slewe Og Basans kynge And gaue theyr lande heritage from them and theyr of sprynge Because hys goodnes hath none ende he gaue Ogges lande I saye Vnto hys seruaunt Israell for euer and for aye Because hys mercies endlesse he had vs remembred At such tyme as we were but vyle and were sore oppressed Because hys goodnes hath none ende he hath set vs all cleare From them that were oure enimies as well far of as nere Because hys mercie is endelesse he doeth all beastes feede And geueth to eche lyueynge thynge suche fode as it doeth nede Confesse confesse I saye vnto the God celestiall Whose bountifull goodnes shall laste and be sempiternall The
And that with manicles they maye bynde theyr princes ech one And eke theyr Lordes and maiestrates with fetters of Iron That as it is written God maye reuenge hym on them all Whiche shall be prayse to hys dearlynges that on hys name do call The Cl. Psalme PRayse ye God in his holy place congregation And prayse hym in the sure grownde of hys dominion Prayse hym for hys myghtie powres sake and hys valiauntnes And right so do ye prayse hym for hys excedynge greatnes Prayse hym wyth the sowne of trumpet prayse hym wyth harppe and lute Prayse hym I saye wyth the tymbrel and wyth the pype or flute Prayse hym with organnes and rebecke and cymballes of lowde sownde Prayse hym I saye wyth such cymballes as make the voyce rebownde Let eche spirite and lyueynge thynge prayse God boeth night and daye Let them all worcke hys holy wyll prayse ye the Lorde I saye The ende of the Psalter Magnificat c. Luce. i. MY soule doeth magnifie the Lorde euery daye and houre And my spirite doeth reioyce in God that is my sauiour Because he hath loked vpō hys hādmaides lowe degree For loe hense sorth men shal reporte me right happie to be For he that is myghtie hath done right noble thynges to me And therfore is hys name holy euer more shal be And his mercie is stretched forth vpon all progenies From age to age on thē that haue hys feare before theyr eies By the powre of his myghtie arme he hath worthyly wrought He hath scattered the proude men in theyr owne secrete thought He hath deposed the myghtie out of their royall place And promoted them to honour whose degre was but base The hungry he hath fylled wyth good thynges in greate plentie So hath he sent the ryche awaye wythout and quite emptie He hath taken into fauour Israell his seruante That he myght be myndfull of hys mercie couenaunt Euen as he hath spoken vnto our fathers heretofore That is to saye Habraham and his seede for euermore Nunc dimittis c. Luc. ij LOrd nowe letteste thou thy seruāt departe from hense in peace Accordynge to thyne holy worde thy faythfull promesse For nowe myne eies haue sene thyne health and thy saluation Before the face of euerie people and nation Alyght to lyghten the Heathen through out the worlde so wyde And the glorie of thy people Israell on eche syde Benedictus c. Luc. i. THe Lorde the God of Israell is for to be praysed For he visited his people and hath them redemed And in the house of Dauid his seruant he hath erect The home of health for vs that be his chosen and electe As he hath spoken by the mouth of his prophetes holye That from the begynnynge haue bene preachars of veritie Declareynge that we should be made salfe from our enimies And from the powre of all them that hate vs in anye wise That towardes our fathers he myght vse his bountifull mercie And call hys holy testament into hys memorie And that he myght performe the othe that he had firmely sworne Vnto our father Habraham longe before we were borne And that he myght geue vs the powr to serue hym wythout feare Beynge free from our enmies powre whose heauie yocke we beare And that in holynes of lyfe and iustice in his syght All the tyme that we shall lyue here as well by daye as nyght And thou chylde shalt be called the prophete of the moste hye For thou shalt go before hys face hys wayes to make redie To geue his people knowledge that they shall theyr soule health wynne Only by the forgeuenes of theyr trespasse their synne By the bowelles of the mercie of our God most myghtie Where wyth the bryght daye springe hath nowe visited vs from hye To shyne to them that sate in deathes shadowe and in dearcknes To set our fete strayght in the waye that leadeth vnto peace Benedicite c. Daniel .iij. ALl ye worckes of the Lorde prayse hym speake well of hym I saye Prayse and extole his holye name for euer and for aye O ye that be the Lordes angelles and messengers at nede Speake euer well of hym prayse hym and extole hym indede Ye heauens speake wel of the Lord prayse and extole hym aye All ye waters that are aboue do ye the same I saye Al ye powres of the Lord se that ye speake good of hym styll Prayse and extole him euermore accordynge to his wyll Sunne moone speake good of the Lord prayse and extole him aye And ye starres of the hygh heauen do ye right so I saye All rayne and swete dewe blesse the Lord prayse and exalte hym hye And ye wyndes of God se ye do the same eternally Fyre and heate speake good of the Lorde laude and prayse hym euer Colde wynter and hote somerse ye do in lyke maner Ye dewes and hore froste blesse the Lord prayse and extole hys name Froste and extreme rigoure of colde do ye alwaye the same Ise and snowe speake good of the Lorde extole him euer more And ye nyghtes and dayes se ye do walke after the same lore Lygh and darckenes blesse ye the Lorde laude and extole hym aye Lyghtnynge and cloudes do ye the same wythouten stoppe or staye Let the earth speake good of the Lorde blesse hym for hir store Let hir laude and extolle hys name wyth prayses euer more Ye mountaynes ye little hylles se that ye blesse the Lorde Laude extole his holy name alwaye wyth one accorde All ye thynges that budde on the earthe the Lorde your God blesse ye And let hys laude extollynge euer emonge you be Ye sprynges speake ye good of the Lorde laude and extole him styll Ye seas and freshe riuers also do the same wyth good wyll Ye whalles and all thynges that moue in the waters blesse the Lorde Laude and extole hys holye name alwayes wyth one accorde All foules of the ayre blesse the Lord prayse and extole hym aye All beastes wylde and tame se that ye do the same thynge alwaye Ye sonnes of men blesse ye the Lord laude and extole hym styll And let Israell do the same with full consent of wyll Ye priestes of the Lorde prayse the Lorde extole hym euermore And all ye seruantes of the Lorde folowe ye the same lore Ye spirites and soules of iuste men blesse ye the Lorde alwaye Ye saynctes and ye of humble herte do the same wythout staye O Ananie O Azarie and thou O Misael Se that ye cease not to extole the Lord of Israell Te Deum laudamus c. WE prayse the as God and confesse the the Lorde for to be And as father euerlastynge all men do worshyppe the. To the crie all angelles the heauens with all the powres therin Wythout ceaseynge crie vnto the Cherub Seraphin Holy holy holy Lorde God of Sabaoth they crye Heauen and earth are full with thy maiestie and glorie The gloriouse company