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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13934	[Al such psalmes of Dauid as T. Sternehold didde in his life time draw into English metre]; Whole book of psalms. 1533	Sternhold, Thomas, d. 1549.; Hopkins, John, d. 1570.	1533 (1533)	STC 2424.6; ESTC S4517	22,151	88

bost abrode thy wicked workes to prayse Doest thou not know there is a god whose strength doth last alwaies ▪ why doth thy mynde yet stil deuise Such wicked willes to warke thy tonge vntrue in forging lies is like a rasoure sharpe Of mischiefe why thou set doest mind And wilt not walke vpright thou hast more lust tales to finde then bring the truth to lyght thou dost delight in fraude guile in craft deceit and wronge thy lips haue lernd the flattering stile O false deceitful tonge therfore shal god thy strength cōfon̄d And pluck thee from thy place thy sede rotes from of thy ground At ones he shal deface the iust when they beholde thy fal with feare wil praise the Lorde And in reproche of thee withal Crie out with one accorde behold the mā which would not take the lord for his defence But of his goods his god did make And trust his owne pretence But I an Oliue fresh and grene Shal sping and spreade abrode For why my trust al times hath been Vpon the liuing god For therfore wil I geue prayse To him with hart and voyce I wil set forth his name alwayes where in his sainctes reioyce Deus venerunt psalme lxxix Here are set forth the soore assaultes ▪ The wicked men inuent Agaynst gods church which sheweth her faults And doth to hym lament O Lord the Gentils do inuade Thine heritage to spoyle Hierusalem an heape is made Thy temple they defoyle the bodies of thy sainctes most dere Abrode to birdes they cast The flesh of such as do thee feare They beastes deuour and wast their bloud throughout Ierusalem As water spilte they haue So that there is not one of them To lay their dead in graue Thus are we made a laughing stocke Almost the world throughout The enemies at vs iest and mocke Which dwel our cos●es aboute wilt thou O Lord thus in thine yre Against vs euer fume And shew thy wrath as hote as fyre Thy folke for to consume Vpon those people powre the same which did thee neuer knowe Al such as cal not on thy name Consume and ouerthrowe For thei haue got the vpper hande And Iacobs sede destroyed His habitacion and his lande By them is sore annoyed Beare not in mind our former faultes With spede some pitie show And ayde vs lord in al assaultes For we are weake and lowe O god that geuest health and grace On vs declare the same way not our works our sinnes deface For honour of thy name why shal the wicked stil alwaye To vs ss people dumme In thy reproche reioyce and saye Where is their god become Requier O lorde as thou seest good Before our eyes in sight Of al their folke thy seruantes bloud which thei spilte in despite Receiue into thy sight in haste The clamours griefe and wronge Of such as are in prison cast Sustaining yrons stronge Thy force and strength to celebrat Lord set them out of bande ▪ which vnto death are destinate And in their enemies hande The nacions which haue ben so bold As to blaspheme thy name Into their lappes with seuen folde Repay againe the same So we thy folke thy pasture shepe wil praise thee euermore And teach al ages for to kepe For thee like praise in store Deus stetit psalme lxxxii God doth rebuke the worldlye wyse And tel them al theyr due To such as wil his wordes despise He sheweth shal ensue AMid the prease with mē of might The Lord him self did stande To pleade the cause of truth right with iudges of the lande How longe saied he wil ye procede False iudgement to awarde And haue respect for loue or mede The wicked to regarde Where as of due ye should defende The fatherles and weake And when the pore man doth cōtende In iudgement iustly speake yf ye be wise defende the cause Of poore men in their righte And ridde the nedie from the clawes Of tyrauntes force and might but nothing wil thei knowe or lerne in vaine to theym I talke Thei wil not see or ought discerne But stil in darkenes walke wherefore be sure the time wil come Sence ye such waies do take that al the earth from the bottome My might shal moue and shake I had decreed it in my sight As goddes to take you al And children to the most of might For loue I dyd you call But not withstanding ye shal dye As men and so decaye Like tyrauntes I shal you destroye And plucke you quite awaye Vp Lord let the strength be knowen And iudge the worlde with might For all nacions are thyne owne To take them as thy right Lauda anima mea ▪ psalme cxlvi A praise of god in him alone 〈◊〉 folke shoulde hope and trust And not of worldly men of whome The chiefe shal turne to dust MY soule praise thou y e lord alwaies My god I wil confesse while breath life prolong my daies My mouth no time shal cease trust not in worldlye princes then Though thei abounde in wealth Nor in the sonnes of mortal men in whome there is no health For why their breth doth sone depart To earth anone they fal And then the counsails of their harte Decay and perishe al. O happie is that man I saye whome Iacobs God doth ayde And he whose hope doeth not decaye But on the Lorde is stayed which made the earth waters depe The heauens high withal which doth his word promise kepe in trueth and euer shal with right alwaies he doeth procede For such as suffer wronge The poore and hungrie he doth feede And leuse the fetters stronge the lord doth ease the blind with sight The lame to limmes restore The lord I say doth loue the right And iust man euermore He doth defende the fatherlesse The straunger sad in harte And quite the widow from distres And al yl wayes subuerte Thy Lord and god eternally O Syon stil shal raygne in time of al posteritie For euer to remayne Finis ¶ Imprinted at London in Fletestrete ouer against the Cundit at the signe of the Sunne by Edwarde Whit-churche

in metre Exaltabate domine psalme xxx The church the ghostly Israel Her Lord and God doth prayse Which from the dreade of death and hell Doeth her defende alwayes ALlaude and praise with hart and voyce O Lord I geue to thee Which wilt not see my foes reioyce Nor triumph ouer me O Lorde my god to thee I cride In al my paine and griefe Thou gauest an eare didst prouide To ease me with reliefe Of thy good wil thou hast cald back My soule from hel to saue Thou dost reliue when strength doth lacke To kepe me from the graue sing praise ye sainctes that proue se The goodnes of the Lorde In memorie of his maiestie Reioyse with one accorde For why his anger but a space Doth last and slake againe But yet the fauoure of his grace Foreuer doth remayne though grippes of grief panges ful sore do chaunge vs ouer night The lord to ioye shal vs restore Before the day be light When I enioyed the world at wil Thus would I boast and saye Tushe I am sure to fele none yll This welth shal not decaye For thou O Lord of thy good grace Hadst sent me strength and ayde But when thou turndst awai thy face My mind was sore dismayde Wherfore again yet I crie to thee O Lord of might My god with plaintes I did applie And prayed both day and night what gaine is in in bloud saide I yf death destroye my dayes Doeth dust declare thy maiestie Or yet thy trueth doth prayse ▪ wherefore my god some pitie take O Lord I thee desier Do not thus my soule forsake Of helpe I thee require then didst thou turne my griefe wo Vnto a chereful voyce The mourninge wede thou tokest me fro And madest me to reioyce wherefore my soule vncessauntlye Shal sing vnto thy praise My Lord my god to thee wil I Geue laude and thankes alwayes Exultate iusti psalme lx To prayse the lorde with ioy they ought which are accept through fayth God by hys worde eche thing hath wrought Al mens defence decayeth YE righteous in the Lord reioyce It is a semely sight That vpright men w t thankful voyce Should praise the Lord of might Praise ye the lord with harp song In psalmes and pleasaunt thinges With Lute and instrument among That soundeth oft enue stringes Sing to the Lord a song most newe With courage giue him praise For why his worde is euer trewe His workes and al his wayes To iudgement equitie and right He hath a great good wil And with his giftes he doth delight The earth throughout to fil For by the worde of god alone The heauens al were wrought Their hostes and powers euerichone His breath to passe hath brought the waters great gathered hath he On heapes within the shore And hid them in the depth to be As in an house of store· Al men on erth both least and most Feare ye the Lord his lawe Ye that inhabite in eche cost Dreade him and stand in awe what cōmaunded wrought it was At ones with present spede what he doeth wil is brought to pas with ful effect in dede The counsels of the nacions rude The Lord doth driue to nought He doth defeate the multitude Of their deuise and thought But his decrees continue stil thei neuer slake or swage The mocions of his minde and wil take place in euery age O blest are to whom the Lorde A god and guyde is knowen whō he doth chuse with mere accorde To take them as his owne the Lord from heauen cast his sight On mortal men by bearth Cōsidering from his seate of might The dwellers of the earth the lord i say whose hād hath wrought mans hart and doth it frame For he alone doth know the thought And working of the same A king that trusteth in his host Shal nought preuaile at length The man that of his might doth bost Shal fal for al his strength The heapes of horsemen eke shal fail their sturdie stedes shal sterue the strength of horse shal not preuaile the rider to preserue But lo the eyes of god are bent And watche to ayde the iuste with such as feare him to offende And on his goodnes trust that he from death and al distres May set their soules from dreade And if that darth the lande oppresse in hunger them to fede wherfore our soule doth stil depend On god our strength and stay He is the shielde vs to defende And driue al dartes away Our soule in god hath ioy and game Reioysing in his might For why in his most holy name We hope and much delight therfore let thy goodnes O Lorde Stil present with vs bee ▪ As we alwayes one accorde Doe only trust in thee Quem admodum desiderat psal xlii the faithful soule afflicted here Doth sigh complaine and crie Vnto the Lord for to drawe nere Whom wicked men defie Lyke as the hart doth breth braye the wel springes to obtaine So doth my soule desier alwaye with thee Lorde to remaine My soule doth thirst and would draw nere The liuing god of might O when shal I come and appere In presence of his sight the teares al times are my repast ▪ which from mine eyes do slide when wicked men crie out so faste where now is god their guyde For comfort this I cal to minde And stretch my strength abrode that with the holy I shal finde Health in the house of God Enioying with a ioyful voyce There ful quiet and rest As with a sort that do reioyce And celebrate a feast My soule why art thou sad sower why troublest me so sore trust in the lorde praise his power That doth thy health restore when tha● my soule in me O Lord Doth fainte I thinke vpon The land of Iordane and recorde the litle hil Hermon One griefe another in doth cal As cloudes burst out their voyce the floudes of euils that doe fal Run ouer me with noyse But yet the Lorde of his goodnes Doth helpe at al assayes wherefore ech night I wil not cease The liuing god to prayse I am perswaded thus to say to him with pure pretence O Lord thou art my god and stay My rocke and my defence why do I then in pensiuenes Hanging the head thus walke while that mine enemies me opresse And vexe me with their talke ▪ For why thei pearse my inward parts with panges to be abhorde whē thei crie out w t stubburne hartes where is thy god thy Lorde ▪ so sone why dost thou faint quail● My soule with paynes opprest w t thoughtes why dost thy self assaile So lore within thy brest trust in the lord thy god alwayes And thou the time shalt see to geue him thanks w t laude praise For health restorde to thee Quid gloriaris Psalm .iii. The wicked that the Lord despise And trust in worldlye strength With such as vse deceipt and lyes Shal be destroyed at length WHy doest thy tyrant