blowynge of trumpet For the worde of the Lorde is ryght and all hys worckes sure set He loueth iustice iudgment these thynges please hym greatly And the earth is replenished and full of hys mercie At his worde were the heauens made by hys wonderfull myght And at the breathynge of hys mouth all theyr armies so bryght The waters of the sea he doeth congregate as an heape Right so in moste secrete closettes he doeth laye vp the deape Let all the earth and all that dwell in the worlde prayse the Lorde Because all that he sayeth is done all is made at hys worde He disapoynteth the counselles of the Heathen ech one And doeth differ the subtyle thoughtes of ech greate nation But the Lordes counsell standeth styll the thoughtes of hys herte Do not decay but are fully fulfylled in eche parte The people that hath the Lorde for theyr God hath ryght good chaunce So hath the flocke that he hath chose for his enheritaunce The Lorde loketh downe from heauen doeth all men behold He loketh downe from his dwellynge boeth vpon yonge and olde He hath made the hertes of all men togyther in hys powre And vnderstandeth all theyr worckes euerie daye and houre The kynge is not kept in saulftie thorowe hys greate armye Nor the strong man doeth scape daynger because he is myghtye The horse is a disceytfull thynge to be preserued by Though he be stronge for he shall not deliuer certaynely Beholde the Lordes eye loketh on such mē as do him feare So doeth it on suche as trust on hys mercye so tender That he might delyuer their soules out of the handes of death And nouryshe them at suche time as honger them oppresseth Let oure soules therfore loke for him with all obedience For he is oure helpe and also the shylde of our defence For in him shall our herte reioyce because we do cleaue faste Vnto hys holy name whiche is our comforte and repaste Lorde let thy mercyful goodnes vpon thy seruauntes be Euen as by truste and confydence we do depende of the. The .xxxiiij. Psalme AT all tymes and ceasons I wyll prayse the Lorde God certayne For in my mouthe hys holy prayse doeth euer more remayne My soule shal glorye in the Lorde and in none other thynge Whych when the afflicted shall heare they shall make reioyceynge Se that wyth me you magnifie the Lord that is aboue Let vs prayse hys name togither as reasone doeth vs moue I sought the Lorde diligently he heard my requeste And from al feare that I was in he hath set me at reste Men shall loke backe to hym shall renne to hys companie Theyr faces shal not blushe for he wyll none of them denie The Lord hearde this afflicted man when he dyd on him crye And then he dyd preserue and kepe hym frō hys miserye The angell of the Lorde doeth pytch hys tentes about them all That ieare the Lorde and doeth set cleare such men as erste were thrall Taste and see that the Lorde is good and full of all mercie The man is blessed that doeth truste in hym vnfaynedly O ye saynctes of the Lorde feare him and do hym reuerence For to such as feare hym ther is no nede nor indigence The yonge lions and fierse tyrannes suffer honger and nede But such as seke the Lorde shall haue good thynges plentie in dede Drawe nere my sonnes drawe nere I saye and geue to me good eare Come vnto me I saye for I wyll teach you the Lordes feare Whoe so thou be that doeste desyre to lyue and good dayes see Loke that in thy tonge and thy lyppes none ylle or disceyte be Flee from yll and do that good is whereof commeth no blame Seke thou for peace diligently then ensue the same Vpon the iuste man the lordes eies are ful fyred and bent And hys eares to the prayars of such as be innocent But his sterne lokes are bent on thē that do worcke wyckedly That out of the arth he maye cutte theyr fame and memorie The iuste men crye and the Lorde doeth heare and graunt theyr prayer And out of all theyr myseries he doeth them deliuer The Lord is styll redie at hande with them that do repent And kepeth them whose spirite is to repentaunce styll bent Many yuelles misfortunes do the ryghteouse man befall But the Lorde doeth delyuer him and ryd hym of them all And all the bones of his bodye the Lord kepeth certayne So that not one emonge them al can be broken in twayne But yll chaunce and mysfortune shall destroye the vngodly And suche as hate the iuste shal be destroyed vtterly And the Lorde shall redeme the lyfe of hys true seruauntes all And of them that do trust in hym none shall peryshe or fall The .xxxv. Psalme TAke thou my stryfe in hande O Lorde assaute them that saute me Take the to shylde and speare and ryse myne helper for to be Pull out thy speare come out to mete my persecutours fel Saye to my soule I am thyne health thy matters shall go well Let thē that seke my lyfe take shame and eke ignominie Let them be dryuen backe wyth shame that thyncke euyll vnto me Let them be made lyke to the dust that with the winde doeth flye And let the aungell of the Lorde dryue them vyolently Let their waye be darcke and slyprye that they may slyde and fall And let the aungell of the Lorde persequute them wyth all For wythoute cause the pytte of their net haue they for me hyd Ryght so a great trenghe for my soule causeles they haue digged Let the mysery that they did not fore se on them fall And let the net they hyd take them and let them be made thraule But my soule shall greatly reioyce in the Lorde God for aye She shall reioyce in hys salfegarde and all my bones shall saye O Lorde who is lyke the that doest rescue the conquyred And take the poore and nedye from him that hath hym forced There dyd aryse fierse wytnesses men violent in dede And asked me of thynges that I neuer Imagyned They requited me euel for good such was theyr cruell wyll And for the helpe they had of me they sought me for to kyll But when I hearde that they were sycke and wyth disease greued I ware sacke cloth and wyth fastynge my soule I afflicted The prayer that I made for them when they were in distresse I woulde should lyght vpon my selfe in tyme of heauines I went as though my faythfull frende or brother had dyed As one that mourneth hys mother in blacke I was clothed But in the tyme of myne haltynge when I was weakened They dyd reioyce excedyngly and were congregated The lame flocked agaynste me when I dyd thyncke nothynge lesse And frō theyr bytter raylynge wordes they dyd then neuer cease And the dissemblynge hypocrites that do serue theyr bealy Dyd grenne and gnaske theyr teeth at me as men full of enuie O Lorde howe longe
syncke downe to hell for aye Make them of force to fall vpon the edge of the sharpe swerde And of the rauenyng woulfes Lorde let thē be deuoured But the kynge shall reioyce in God eche man be praysed That swereth by his holy name and lyars mouthes stopped The .lxiiij. Psalme IN my complaynt Lorde heare my voyce hearken to my crie And preserue my lyfe frō the feare of the fierce enimie Lorde hyde me from the counsell of men that are vngodly And frō the vprores of such men as do worcke wyckedly For these men do sharpen theyr tonges euen as they were sharpe swordes And as wyth a bowe that is bent they shote forth bytter wordes That they may hurte men priuily whose lyfe is innocent And stryke and wounde them sodenly not feareynge to be shent They make themselfe stronge in mischiefe and studie snares to hyde And then they saye thus wyth themselues howe can these thynges be spyed They do imagyne wyckenes kepe it in couerte Eche man hydeth hys mischiefe in the bottō of hys herte But God shall stryke them sodenly euen wyth a sharpe arrowe Wherby they shall be sore wounded pearsed quite thorowe Yea theyr owne tonges shall make them fall and be as men forlorne Then shall as many asse them laugh and dryue them to scorne All men shall se this thynge I saye shall boldly confesse That goddes owne hande hath done this dede to punishe wyckednes But the iuste shall reioyse trust in God the Lord only And all that be of vpright hert shall ioye excedyngly The .lxv. Psalme O God thou only art worthy to haue prayse in Sion And that all the people do paye theyr vowes to the alone For thou hearest the prayers of thy people in theyr nede Wherfore all men resorte to the wyth full trust for to spede The reckenynge of our wyckednes was more then we coulde paye But thou Lorde for thy great mercy haste put our synnes awaye The man that is chosen of the is happy right sure That in thy courte and temple he shal dwell in greate pleasure O God oure health O the refuge of all coastes of the land And of them that do dwel far of in the seas sea sand O thou I saye that by thy power haste set the hyll so sure And art euer gyrded about wyth strenght that wyll endure O thou that doest quiete the seas and the rude peoples rage In thy iustice thou hast sharplye threatned thyne heritage So that all they that dwell far of shall feare when they shall se Thy tokens for thou makeste boeth euen morne to prayse the. Thou haste caused the earth to chappe for lacke of hir due rayne And haste wyth plentie of water shotte vp hir chappes agayne O God thy riuer is brymme full wherby thou doest prepare All maner grayne for man whych thou causest the earth to beare Thou doeste water hir forowes causeste hir cloddes to fall Thou supplest hir wyth water dropes and geuest encrease wyth all Thou doest crowne and set forth the yere of thy passyng goodnes And to poure downe dropes of plentie thy cloudes do neuer sease The pastures of the desert are fayre and full of plentie And the litle hylles are beset wyth all fertylytie The fieldes and valleys of the earth haue for theyr couerynge Such flockes of shipe and plottes of grayne that they reioyce and synge The .lxvj. Psalme ALl earthly men reioyce to God and prayse hys holy name Set forth hys praise I saye geue glorie vnto the same Saye vnto God Oh in thy worckes howe wonderfull art thou For the plētie of thy power doeth cause thyne enmies to bowe All they that dwell vpon the earth shall honour the O Lorde And shall all synge to the and to thy name wyth one accord Oh come hither and se the worckes of God and tell me then Howe farre his coūselles do excede the wytte of mortall men The sea he turned to drye lande and gaue passage therby Wherfore our fathers dyd reioyce in him excedyngly By his power he hath aye ruled the world and doeth beholde All contreys wyth his eie so that no rebelles dare be bolde O ye people preach ye our God and make his name be knowne By you let the voyce of his prayse throughout the earth be blowne For this is he that doeth preserue our soules euer on lyue And suffereth not our fete to slyp when we wyth Satan stryue O God though thou do proue trye vs as syluer is tryed And doeste leade vs into prison and make vs ther be tyed Though thou I saye doest suffer men ouer our heades to ryde And that most fiers and sharppe tormentes we do suffer and byde Yet doest thou bryng vs out agayne into a place of reste And doest not suffer thy seruaūtes for aye to be oppreste I wyl therfore into thy house Lorde God wyth sacrifice And wyll not leaue my vowes vnpayed to the in any wise For when I was in trouble Lorde then wyth my mouth I spake And in the doloures of myne herte all these vowes dyd I make Brunt offeringes that are ryght fat I wyll offer to the Of the swete smoke of rammes bullockes gotes the same shall be Come hither and geue eare alye in whom goddes feare doeth dwell For of the thynges that he hath done to my soule I shall tell Wyth my mouth I dyd crye to him call on him alone Wherin my tonge declared that lyke him ther is founde none If in myne hert I would haue had respect to wyckednes No doubt the Lord would not haue heard me in my great distres But nowe God hath geuen eare to me heard hys seruantes praier And hath graunted my whole request euen as I dyd desyre God is to be praysed therfore which neyther dyd put backe My prayer neither suffer me hys mercie for for to lacke The .lxvij. Psalme BE mercifull to vs O God blesse vs at thy wyll And lyghtē thy bright countenāce amonge thy seruauntes styll That through the earth thyne holy waye maye be certenly knowe And thyne health through out all contreys for all they are thyne owne Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the And let thē al reioyce because they be iudged by the. Let them reioyce in the I saye be mery and glad Because all nations of the earth by thy iustice are ladde Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the And let the earth bryng forth hir fruite as thy pleasure shall be Blesse vs O God I saye our god blesse vs in verite That all that dwell vpon the earth maye stand in awe of the. The .lxviij. Psalme THe vpriseyng of God putteth his enimies to flyght And causeth al them that hate him to flye out of his syght For as smoke vanisheth awaye and wax is molt wyth fyre So doeth the wycked perish from goddes syght in his great Ire As for the iuste
do glorie And thy name do we celebrate O God eternallye But thou hast caste vs of and hast brought vs to open shame Thou goest not forth wyth our armies nor doest prospere the same Thou turnest vs to flyght before our enimies I saye And they that hate vs moste deadly do carie home the praye Thou haste appoynted vs as shepe chosen to be kylled And emonge Heathen nations thou haste vs scattered Thou hast solde thy people for nought this do we se full well Thou doest not reyse the price of theÌ„ settyng them out to sell To be reuiled of oure neyghbours thou doest set vs out And makest vs a mockynge stocke to them that dwell about Thou makest vs a matter for the heathen to talke of And a worthy matter wherat all nations maye scoffe Myne ignominie reproch is dayly in my syght And shame hath couered my face to thyncke on theyr despyght I blushe I saye to heare the talke of them that rayle at me And for my foes and such as would so fayne reuenged be All these thynges do happen to vs yet we forget the not Neyther be we founde vnfaythfull in thy comnaunt I wot Our herte returneth not backe warde we fauour thy wayes styll Neither do our steppes swarue a syde from thy pathes and thy wyll When thou dydste waste vs in the place where the greate dragons were And couer vs wyth the shadowe of death whych man doeth feare If we had then forgote the name of our God and our kynge Declareynge our hertes to a straynge God of mans inuentynge Thyncke ye God woulde not haue required it incontinent For he knoweth the secretes of the hert and the intent But for thy sake we are kylled dayly this is certayne And are estemed as a flocke appoynted to be slayne Awake whye doest thou sheepe O Lorde awake O Lorde I saye Do not caste of thy pore seruantes forsake them for aye Whye doeste thou hyde thy face from vs and thy bryght countenaunce Forgettynge our affliction and oure deadly greauaunce For our lyfe is made very base no better then the duste Our bealy cleaneth to the grownde to lyue we haue no luste Arise helpe vs O Lord I saye in this our great distresse Redeme vs for thy greate mercie and for thy greate goodnes The xlv Psalme SOme goodnes doeth myne herte belche out my meanynge is godly My worckes and dedes vnto the kynge playnly declare wyll I. My tonge is lyke the penne of one that wryteth most swyftely And in my talke I speake my wordes verie expeditely But emonge mortall men thou arte most eloquent of all Thou haste a grace in wordes for God gaue the gyftes eternall O thou myghtie man gyrde thy sword vpoÌ„ thy thygh I saye Thy glorie and magnificence put on and the araye And in thyne owne magnificeÌ„ce ryde thou prosperousely Vpon the worde of trueth mekenes that dealeth truly And thy right hande and myghtie powre shall the enstructe and teache To do thynges that are wonderfull and beyonde all mens reache Thy shaftes excedynge sharpe shal pearse the herte of such as be The kinges enmies and much people shal be subiect to the. Thy princely seate shall stande for aye O God stronge and myghtie The scepter of thy kyngdome is the mase of equitie Thou loueste ryght and hateste wronge because God annoynted The wyth the oyle of gladnes more theÌ„ other elected All thy garmentes do sauour of Mirre Aloies and gynger Brought out of house of Iuory to make the myrâ—er Emonge thy noble women are kynges daughters most demure And thy wyfe is at thy ryght hande decked in gould moste pure Geue eare daughter and marcke me wel bowe downe thyne eare I saye Thou doste forget thy people thy fathers house for aye For the kyng doeth verie greatly lust after thy beautie And for because he is thy Lord honoure thou hym onely The daughter of Tirus also shall wyth gyftes sue to the And in lyke maner shall they that of the richest sorte be All the kynges daughters glorie is within forth conteyned Hir garmeÌ„tes are of most pure gould ryght conyngly weaued In robes embrothered she shal be brought vnto the kynge Hir handmaydes and companions men shal vnto the brynge They shall be brought to the I saye wyth ioye and reioyceynge And after that they shall come to the palaice of the kynge And in the stede of thy fathers chyldren shall the succede By whome thou shalt appoynt the whole earth to be gouerned I wyll be myndefull of thy name for euer more I saye And therfore shall the nations celebrate the for aye The .xlvi. Psalme GOd is our refuge and our streÌ„gth in all our miserie And a moste present succour in our great aduersitie Wherfore we wyll not feare thoughe the earth moue out of hir place And though the hylles emydde the sea do threate to falle apase Yea though the waues therof shoulde rage and forowe vp the slyme And make the greate hylles tremble when they do agaynst them clyme Yet shal the streames of the ryuer styll refreshe goddes Citie And the holye place of the tentes of the Lord God moste hye God is in the myddle therof wherfore it shall not fall He shall helpe it before it do take any harme at all Let the heatheÌ„ styr vp tumultes kyngdomes make styrrynges And let the earth breake in sunder wyth passynge greate criynges Yet doth the Lorde of hostes styll stande faste by vs at oure nede Iacobs God is our stronge tower and oure defence in dede Come hyther and veholde the worckes of the Lorde wyth your eyne What wonders he hath wrought on earth thorowe his powre diuine To the vtmost partes of the earth all warres he appeaseth He breaketh bowes he shreddeth speares charettes he burneth Send backe and acknowledge that I am the Lorde God alone Moste hygh emonge the nations on earth lyke me is none The Lord of hostes is on our syde he doeth styll take our parte Iacobs God is our high castell he wyll not from vs starte The .xlvij. Psalme YE people all clappe wyth your handes declare your herte therby Syng vnto God wyth merie voyce reioyce most hertily For the Lorde is moste hygh I saye eke to be feared A ryght greate kynge he is by whome al the earth is ruled He subdueth whole contreys of people vs to obeye So doeth he ryght greate nations vnder our fete I saye He hath chosen and pyked out for vs oure heritage The worthynes of Iacob whome he loued in yonge age God ascendeth wyth freshe syngynge and wyth greate melodie Wyth the blaste and sowne of trumpettes the Lorde goeth vp on hye Synge vnto God synge vnto hym synge ye vnto our kynge Synge to our God and kyng I saye alwaye wythout ceaseynge For God is kynge of all the earth and ruleth in the same Synge vnto him synge conynglye vnto his holy name God reygneth ouer nations and the Heathen alone God sytteth on hys
As for me syth I am afflict and sorowfull of mynd His salfgard in thyne health O God let thy pore seruant fynd Then shall I prayse goddes holy name wyth most ioyfull syngynge and shall magnifie the same with most hertie thanckes geuynge This thynge is more accepted wyth the Lorde and doeth hym moue Much more then to offer a calfe that hath boeth horne and houe O ye that lyue in miserie se thys thynge and be glad For ye that seke God ernestly shal not in hert be sad For the Lorde heareth the nedie in most mercifull wyse Hys bondmen and hys prisoners he doeth neuer despise The heauens the earth and eke the seas and all that therin crepe Shall prayse the Lord in his doynges and of his wordes take kepe For the Lord shall preserue Sion Iudes cities restore That men may dwell ther and possesse that land for euer more The neuiews of his seruauntes shall enherite it I saye And all that loue his holy name shall dwell therin for aye The .lxx. Psalme O God make haste to deliuer thy seruant at hys nede And let me haue thyne helpe good Lorde wyth al haste quicke spede Let them suffer shame and rebuke that beare my soule such spyght And let them be put backe wyth shame that in myne hurtes delyght Let them be dryuen backe I saye because they seke my shame And do behold my myseries and reioyse in the same But let thē reioyse be glad that ernestly seke the And let them that loue thyne health saye let goddes prayse in vs be Make haste to me O God for I am pore in myserie Myne helpar and my pledge thou arte O Lorde do not tarie The .lxxj. Psalme IN the O Lorde haue I trusted thought my selfe certayne Wherfore let me neuer haue cause to saye this truste was vayne But for thy iustice sake rydde me and do me deliuer Bowe downe thyne eare to me O Lord and be my defender Be thou my fort whyther to flye I may alwayes be bolde Thou intendest to saue me Lord for thou art my stronge holde Pulle me out of the power of them that are wyckedly bent And out of the grypynge of the peruers and violent For thou arte he on whom only I do trust and depend Lorde God my truste hath euer bene that thou shouldest me defend Sence the tyme that thou drewest me out of my mothers wome I haue trusted on the frō whom al my glorie doeth come Many take me for a monster but thou arte my defence And my mouth shall not lacke thy praise nor thy magnificence In the tyme of myne olde age when my weake membres shall shake then caste me not out of thy syght ne do thou me forsake For they that be myne enimies haue had much talke of me And they that laye wayte for my soule often in counsell be Persecute and laye handes on him saye they you shall him take Ther shall no man delyuer him for God doeth him forsake O God my God be not far of from me when I shall nede And for to helpe thy pore seruant Lord God make thou good spede Let them perishe wyth shame inough that do my lyfe enuie And let them be hyd wyth rebuke that do myne hurt studie As for me I shall paciently abyd thy good pleasure And shall encrease thy prayses styll wyle my lyfe shall enduer Thy iustice and thy saueyng healthe my mouth shall dayly shewe The ende wherof or iuste numbre neuer yet could I knowe I wyll therfore begyne to speake only of thy greate might And only thy iustice shall be present wyth me in syght From my youth to this present tyme thou haste me enstructed Wherfore thy wonderfull worckes shall by me be declared Forsake me not tyll I be olde and haue preached thy power To them that be and thy strength to them that shall come after O God that haste wrought so greate thynges who can be lyke to the I shall extoll thy iustice Lorde as it becommeth me Many and greate are the troubles that through the on me fell But thou shalt restore me to lyfe brynge me out of hell Thou shalt augment myne honour and encrease my dignitie And after all my troubles I shal haue cōfort of the. Wherfore my God vpon my lute I wyll synge and prayse the And all my songes vpon myne harpe shall prayse thy veritie O holy one of Israel when I shall to the synge My lyppes and soule that thou hast bought shall flowe wyth reioyseynge Yea and my tonge shall daylye speake Lord of thy rightuousnes When rebuke and shame shall lyght on thē that do me oppresse The .lxxij. Psalme O God geue to the kynge knowledge to iudge matters aright And in the hert of the kynges sonne let thy iustice be pyght That he may gouerne the people accordynge to iustice And defend the cause of the pore in iudgmēt and assice Let the mountaynes myghtie kynges geue all theyr people peace And let the lyttle hylles be iuste to all men more and lesse Let them reuenge the oppressed kepe the pore from wronge And punishe the wronge doars that are for the pore to stronge Let them feare the so longe as the sunne and the mone shall shyne And let thy feare alwayes abyde before the rulars eiene Let the kynge be to the people lyke rayne to a medowe And as the dropes of rayne are to the earth that men do plowe Let the iust florish in his tyme much peace be therin found Tyl such tyme as the mone shal cease to kepe hir compasse rownde Let him beare rule from sea to sea and frō the watersyd Euen to the vttermost lymettes of all the earth so wyde Let them that dwell in wyldernes fall downe before his face And let his foes and enimies lycke the duste of the place Let the kynges that rule the Ilandes that are in the mydse as And kynges of Arabie and Saba brynge him gyftes of prease Let all kynges all nations him honour and obeie For he shall heare the pore mans crie when all helpe is awaye He shall be mercifull to them that be pore and nedie And shall preserue the lyues of thē that lyue in pouertie From disceyte and from iniurie he shall theyr lyues redeme And in hys syght theyr bloud he shall as preciouse esteme The pore shall lyue and shall geue goulde of Saba to the kynge They shall alwaye praye for hym and dayly geue hym blessynge The hygh mountaynes of hys lande shall beare corne in such plentie That they shall loke lyke Libanus to men in the citie His name shall continue for aye and in it shall reioyce All nations the Heathen shall prayse hym wyth one voyce Let the Lorde our God be blessed the God of Israell For he alone worcketh wonders in heauen earth and in hell Blessed be the holy name of hys glorie for aie Let his maiestie fyll the earth amen amen I saye The .lxxiij. Psalme HOwe good
fyer whose heate doeth not decaye Pour out thy wrath on the heathen that do not the confesse And on the kyngdomes that do not call on the in distresse For they haue deuoured Iacob and eaten hym vp quite And haue destroyed all his dwellyng howses in dispyte Remember not our former synnes but forgeue vs quickly For we are weakened good Lorde and that excedyngly O the God of our health helpe vs for the prayse of thy name Deliuer vs and take mercie on our synnes for the same Why should the Heathen saye where is theyr God whom they do prayse Reuenge the bloude of thy seruantes on thē Lorde in our dayes Let the gronynges of the captyue ascend vp in thy syght And them that be iudged to dye kepe on lyue by thy myght O Lorde requite oure neyghbours wyth seuen tymes the open shame That they haue gone about to laye vpon thyne holy name So we that be thy people and the flocke of thy pasture Shall setforth declare thy prayse whylse the world shall endure The .lxxx. Psalme O Thou shepeherd of Israell of my wordes take good kepe Thou that doest leade forth Ioseph as he were a flocke of shepe O thou I saye that haste thy seate vpon the Cherubim Shyne forth vpon thy pore seruant shewe thyselfe to him Before Ephraim Beniamim Manasses also Styr vp thy power and come to saue thy pore seruauntes from wo. O God restore vs once agayne and make thy face to shyne And then shall thy seruauntes be false in thy presence diuine O Lord and God of hostes howe longe wylt thou be angerie And how longe wylt thou the requestes of thy people denie Thou hast fed them wyth dolfoull teares euen as wyth bread I thyncke And hast droncke to thē of a cup full of teares to the bryncke Thou haste appoynted vs to be our neighbours mockynge stockes And to suffer our enimes to lade vs wyth theyr mockes O God restore vs once agayne and make thy face to shyne And then shall thy seruauntes be safe in thy presence diuine Out of Egypt Lord thou hast brought the vyne of Israell And for place to plant it in thou dydste the heathen expell Thou dydeste purge the rynde ther of and that diligently And whē it was roted it dyd the whole earth occupie The shadowe therof dyd couer the hylles that be so hye And hir bowes the great Ceder trees that be stronge and myghtie She stretched furth to the sea syde hir braunches that were stoute And vnto the fresh water syde hir buddes she dyd shote out Why hast thou broken downe hir hedge that whoe so passeth by Maye plucke and break of hir braunches and cause hir rote to die The wylde bore of the foreste doeth hir vtterly destroye And allwyld beastes of the field do eate hir gredily O God of hostes we the besech returne loke out from hye Loke hyther come downe to se thys vyneyard by and by Viset I saye the vineyard that thy right hand hath planted And this ofsprynge whych to thy selfe thou haste so assured It is burned vp wyth fyer and is hewen downe quite They muste nedes perishe if thou do loke on them wyth despyte Wyth the man of thy ryght hand let thy power and strength remayne And wyth the sonne of man whom thou doest wyth the entertayne Then shall we not returne from the that doest our lyfe restore But wyll call on thyne holy name for aye euermore Restore vs O Lord God of hostes make thy face to shyne And then shall thy seruauntes be salfe in thy presence diuine The .lxxxj. Psalme SYnge vnto God with reioyseynge who is our force and myght And endeuour wyth lowde trompettes Iacobs God to delyght Begyne a Psalme and playe to it with tabrete and wyth harpe And wyth the swete and solemne lute wyth notes pleasaunt and sharp Blowe wyth the horne the blastes that are vsed at the newe mone The tyme wherin our sacrifice is poynted to be done For this is a rite and custome of strength in Israell And a lawe that wyth Iacobs God hath bene accepted well And thys remembraunce dyd he leaue emonge Iosephes kynred Whē by his myghtie power they were salfly from Egyptled O Israell my thyncke I heare a voyce worthy regard The language is but strange to me such as I haue not hearde Thus sayeth the voyce I haue pulled his shoulder from burden And hys hande dyd leaue the labour of the great breke ouen In trouble I dydset the quyte when thou dydste on me crye And gaue an answere vnto the by thunder secretly And when thou dydste contend wyth me at the waters of stryfe I had a suer triall of the maner of thy lyfe But hearken O my people for my worde shall the assure If thou wylt hearken to my voyce my wyll and my pleasure There shal be no straynge God in the se thou do them not kepe Take hede that in nowyse thou do any strāg God worshype Thy Lorde and God am I that haue the out of Egypt brought ▪ Open thy mouth aske of me I wyll denie the nougth But my people heard not my voyce Iacob dyd me forsake Wherfore I gaue them libertie theyr hertes desyre to take Oh if my people had heard me walked in my waye Howe sone should I haue brought all theyr enimies to decaye And howe sone should I haue turned my powre agaynst them all That do infest and trouble them as people bond and thrall All such men as do hate the Lorde theyr bond slaues should haue bene But the ende of my peoples dayes neuer man should haue sene I would haue fed them wyth the floure and fyneste of the wheate Out of the rocke they shoulde haue had honye whylse they would eate The .lxxxij. Psalme IN the cōpanie of iudges God stode amyd them all And gaue sentence on them that werein iudgment partiall Howe longe sayde he wyll you deserne iudge matters awrye Howe longe wyll you peruert iudgment and iudge thynges contrarie Reuenge the rore fatherlesse discharge the wretch of bandes Ryd the weake the nedie out of the wycked mens handes But they ne know nor vnderstand ought but walke in the waye Of dearknes wherby the whole earth is lykly to decaye Certes I sayde you are all goddes and sonnes of the moste hye But yet as men and eke tyrannes ye shall falle downe and die Arise O God and iudge the earth for to the do belonge By thy byrth ryght all nations be they neuer so stronge The .lxxxiij. Psalme O God behold thou kepest in thy selfe in silence styll Dissemble not O God ne cease to worcke after thy wyll Forlo thyne enmies make vprores they that do the hate Lyfte vp theyr heades and do nothynge of theyr courage debate They haue cōsulted subtyly Lord agaynst thy people And agaynste thyne electe these men haue holden a counsell Come on sayde they let vs destroye them and theyr nation Let there remayne
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