haste oute of the wombe drawne me And in my suckynge dayes I dyd put all my trust in the. From the daye of my byrthe I haue bene lefte to the onlye And from my mothers wombe thou hast ben my God certaynely Do not withdraw thy selfe farre of be not from me absent For there is no man for to helpe and trouble is present Greate bulles haue compassed me rounde wyth an vnruly route And myghtye men of Basan haue beset me round aboute Against me haue they opened their mouth wonderfull wyde Lyke as a lyon that rampeth and roreth in hys pryde I am poured out like water my bones are let aparte And as the wax that is molten so is in me myne herte My strength dryeth vp lyke a shell and my tonge cleaueth faste To my chekes and into the duste of deathe brought me to haste Dogges and ylle men haue me byset and bounde me in their bandes And as a lyon they haue gnawen my fete eke myne handes I myght haue numbred al my bones they were sene so planely But these men loke vpon me and are delyted greatly They haue diuided emonge them all my garmentes I wotte And whyche of them shoulde haue my cote they haue tryed by lotte But thou O Lorde be not farre of O my strength and my powre Make haste O Lorde thy poore seruaunt for to helpe and succoure Delyuer my soule from the sworde and let not me be torne Wyth madde dogges nor with lyons teeth nor wyth vnicornes horne Thyne holy name will I declare to my brethren eche one And prayse the in the middle of the congregacyon All ye that feare the Lorde prayse hym prayse him all Iacobs seede And all the seede of Israel feare ye the Lord in deede For the poore mans afflyctyon he hath not neglected Neyther turned away hys face but hearde when he cryed Beynge in a great concyon I prayse the Lorde onely And in their fyghte that do feare hym my vowes perfourme will I. The poore the abiect shal eate they shal al haue their fyll Suche as seke the Lorde shal prayse hym their herte shall lyue styll And all the quartars of the earth shall haue remors of mynde And shal conuert them to the Lord as reasone doeth them bynde All the housholdes and families that on the earth be founde Shall humble them before hys face and lye flat on the grounde For vnto the Lord only al kingedom doeth appertayne And emonge the heathen people the Lorde hym selfe doeth raygne The fat and welthy of the earth shal eate and do worshype And all mysers shal bowe to hym because he doeth them kepe All such shal bowe their knees to hym as do fall in the duste Because he kept their lyfe when that they sayed nedes dye we muste The ofspringe and posteritie shal him serue and obeye And for euer more vnto him their trybute shal they paye To the people that is not borne they shall resort and tell Hys iustyce and hys equyte because it doeth excell The .xxiij. Psalme THe Lord is my sheperde and I shall neuer stand in nede For in pasture exceadinge good he leadeth me to fede He causeth me to laye me doune in pasture full of grasse And dryueth me to caulme waters that be so cleare as glasse He calleth my soule backe agayn and causeth me to make My iourney in the waye of ryght for his holy names sake Thoughe I shoulde go through the valey of the shadowe of death I wil be withoute feare of yll all the dayes of my breath For thou arte aye present with me thou doest me not forsake Thy rodde and staffe do comforte me and do me merye make Ouer agaynst my foes thou wylt spreade a table for me Annoynte myne heade wyth oyle and fyl my cuppe with greate plentie But let thy mercyfull goodnes folowe me all my lyfe And then shall I dwel in thyne house wythoute debate or stryfe The .xxiiij. Psalme THe earth and al that it holdeth do to the lorde belonge The world and al that dwel therin as wel the olde as yonge For it is he that aboue al the seas hath it founded And that aboue the freshe waters hathe the same prepared Who is it that shal ascend vp into the lordes mountayne And who shal in his holy place abyde styl and remayne That shall the man with giltlesse handes and hert pourged throughly Who doeth not geue his mynde nor swere to fraude nor vanitye The same shall receyue of the Lorde blessinge and al encrease And of hys God and sauyoure he shal haue ryghteousnes This is the nacion of them that seke the Lorde I saye It is the seede of Iacob that seketh his face alwaye Lyfte vp youre heades and ope ye gates and ye dores eternall And then that moste gloriouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse the Lorde stronge and myghtye The Lord that is moste noble in the powre of chyualrye Lyfte vp your heades and ope ye gates ye dores eternall And then that moste gloryouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse let vs knowe whiche is he The Lorde of Hostes is that same kynge so gloriouse to se The .xxv. Psalme O Lorde to the I lyfte myne herte my God I truste in the Let me not take shame leste my foes shoulde reioyce ouer me Yea Lorde let none that truste in the be put to open shame But let them that do fall from the be put in all the blame O Lorde make thy wayes knowne to me teache me thy lawes I saye Do thou vse me vnto thy pathes and trayne me in thy waye Lorde leade thou me forth in thy trueth and by vse make me stronge For thou arte God my Sauioure whome I seke al daye longe Remember thy mercyes O Lorde eke thy greate goodnes For sence the worlde was fyrste create they dyd yet neuer cease Lorde beare not the synnes of my youthe any longer in mynde But forget al the wickednes that thou doest in me fynde But for thy goodnes sake O Lorde I hūbly beseche the. Accordynge to thy greate mercye be thou myndfull of me The Lorde is good and eke rightwyse no man can this denye And therfore wyll enstruct synners in the waye certaynelye He wil guyde the meke in iudgement they shall do ryght I saye And the lowly in spyryte he wyl accustome to hys waye Al the wayes of the Lorde are founde mercye and trueth certes To them that kepe his couenaunt and hys testymonyes O Lorde forgeue my wyckednes for thine holy names sake For myne iniquitie is greate do not thou me forsake Whoso feareth the Lorde the same he wyl leade in the waye That he hym selfe shall chuse and wylbe his succoure and staye Hys mynd shal tarye in good thinges euer wythoute greuaunce Hys seede also shall haue the earth for their enherytaunce The Lorde shall make hys secrete knowne to them that do him feare In lyke
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
in the next generation Let the Lorde call to memorie his fathers wyckednes And not forgette his mothers synne his plages for to encrease And let them be styll in the syght of the Lorde God most hye That out of all the earth he maye blotte these mens memorie For this man coulde shewe no mercie but persecuted styll The pore abiecte of dolfull herte hym to murther and kyll And curssynge he loued which dyd chaūce vnto him in dede But blessynge he forsoke which is far from him seuered He put on curssynge as a cote which into him is gone As water goeth into the flesh and oyle into the bone Let it be his garment therfore for euer for aye And eke the gyrdle wherwyth he maye gyrd him selfe eche daye These thynges hath the Lord prepared for myne aduersaries And for suche as speake yl agaynste my soule in any wise But thou O my Lord God be styll wyth me redie and preste And for thy name deliuer me for thy mercie is beste As for me I am vyle and pore and myne herte is wounded I vanishe as a shadowe and am sharply tormented My knees do faynte for lacke of foode my fleshe is abated And nowe my bodies habite and beautie is altered I am to them a raylynge stocke they shake theyr heades at me Helpe me O Lord my God and saue me for thy greate mercie And let them vnderstande knowe that this greate powre is thyne And that thou beynge the Lord doeste these thynges by powre diuine As for them let them cursse and ban but do thou blesse agayne Let them rebell and be shamed but make thy seruante fayne Let myne aduersaries put on ignominie and shame Let them weare reproch as a clocke and decke them wyth the same I wyll confesse vnto the Lorde wyth my mouth plentuousely I wyll praye and magnifie him in a great companie For he stode at the pores ryght hand to saue his soule from them That boasted them to haue the power him to saue and condemne The .cx. Psalme THus sayde the Lorde vnto my Lorde at my ryght hāde syt thou Tyll I make all thyne enimies vnder thy fote to bowe The rodde of thy powre the Lord shal send forth out of Sion Ouer thy foes thou shalt therfore haue the dominion Thou haste a people moste redie when thou shalt gyn to raygne And thy byrth is right noble and eke ryght holy certayne The Lorde hath sworne that thou shalt be a prieste euerlastynge As was Melchisedech he repenteth him nothynge The Lorde standeth at thy ryght hande as a defence myghtie Whoe beate downe myghtie kynges in the daye when he was angrie Messias the redemar shall iudge in most vpright wise The heathen then al shal be fylled wyth deade bodies He shall I saye iudge the heathen when he shall the heades breake In many regions and shall his wrath vpon them wreake He shall dryncke of the swyfte riuer that renneth in the waye And for that cause he shall lyfte vp his heade on high I saye The .cxj. Psalme WYth herte and mynde I wyll confesse vnto the Lorde of myght In the counsell and companie of men that are vpryght For the worckes of the Lorde are greate and wonderfull in syght Which are sought of as manye as do in the same delyght His worckes are glorie and honoure he is praysed therby And his iustice doeth styl remayne and byde eternally His miracles and wonders he hath lefte in memorie He is a Lorde so bountuouse and full of all mercie To such as feared him he gaue meate prepared by praye And hath in mynde his couenaunte and his promesse for aye The powre of his owne worckes he dyd to his people aduaunce In that he gaue them the heathen for theyr enheritaunce And the worckes of his handes are trueth and eke iudgment vpright And all his constitutions are firme surely pyght Yea they are establyshed that they maye continue aye ▪ In trueth and eke in ryght iudgment they are all done I saye He sent such men to his people as should them deliuer And bade them that his couenaunt shoulde be kept foreuer The Lord I saye hath geuē this charge vnto his owne people Whose name no doubt is most holy and eke most terrible Goddes feare is the rote of wisedome and such as therin staye Do attayne to holesome knowledge and are praysed for aye The .cxij. Psalme THe man is blessed that doeth feare the Lorde and doeth delyght In hys holy commaundementes to walke therin vpright For his sede shall be founde myghtie in the earth euerie where ▪ And the nation of the good shall luckyly prospere Greate plentie of goodes and riches shall in his house remayne And his iustice shall continue for euer more certayne Lyght doeth arise vnto good men when they syt in darcknes ▪ To the bountuouse mercifull that folowe ryghtuousenes The good man heapeth benifites and lendeth plentuousely And doeth all hys owne busines excedynge equally For he shall neuer be moued tyll tyme of tymes be paste And for euer hys rightuousnes hys iustice shall laste And when he heareth heauy newes feare shall hym nothynge prycke Because his herte is stablished and doeth to the Lorde stycke His herte I saye is stablished so that he can not feare Tyll vpon all hys enimies hys wyshes do appeare He geueth to the pore ech where his iustice shall byde aye His powre shal be set vp on hyghe with great glorie I saye That seynge thys the wycked may be wrath and gnashe his teethe And eke consume hym selfe and get nought that he desyrethe The .cxiij. Psalme O Ye that do honour the Lord prayse ye his name I saye For hys name is to be preached nowe and hense forth for aye From the vpriseynge of the sunne to the place of hys falle The holy name of the Lorde is of prayse worthyest of all For the Lorde is hygher then are all nations truly ▪ And so is he higher then the heauen that is so hye Who is lyke vnto our Lorde God that ruleth thynges on hye And yet loketh on thynges in heauen and that on the earth dolye Helyfteth vp the weake out of the duste to stand vpright And eke the pore out of the dounge he bryngeth by hys myght And that to the entent he myght hym emonge princes place Emonge princes of his people I saye to geue hym grace He maketh the wyfe of the housse that was barren before A ioyfull mother of chyldren prayse ye the Lorde therfore The .cxiiij. Psalme WHen Israell shoulde go forth of Egypt from seruitude And Iacobs house from a people boeth Barbarouse and rude Then was Iuda certēly made the lordes sanctuarie And in lyke maner Israell was made hys Imperie The whych thynge when the sea had sene it fled backward certayne And the great riuer Iordayne was returned backe agayne As for the mountaynes ceased not lyke wanton rammes to skyppe And the little hylles gan to playe as do the lambes
wodes bare But in his temple all men do prayse him with al theyr care The Lorde sytteth in the deludge that ouerfloweth wyde He sytteth Lorde and kynge I saye doeth euer abyde The Lord geueth hys people powre them selfe for to defende Mercye and peace to hys people the Lorde doeth euer sende The .xxx. Psalme I Wyl prayse the O Lorde because thou haste me broke and worne But haste not suffered my foes for to laugh me to scorne O Lorde my God in my sycknes I haue cryed to the I haue called on the I saye and thou haste healed me Lorde thou haste called my soule backe frō the brym of the pyt And haste restored me that I shoulde not fal into it Ye that haue felt the Lordes mercye synge a Psalme vnto hym Set forth the memorye of hys holynes with an hymne For his anger bydeth not longe and when he is pleased He geueth lyfe vnto ech man that hath on hym trusted Though they come home wepeynge at nyght wyth a sorowefull voyce Yett in the morne cometh gladnes they shal agayne reioyce Certenly I sayde in this wyse in my prosperitie I wyll neuer bowe nor yet bend but stande vp styll stoutly For thou O Lorde hadst placed strength on thy seruantes mountayne But as sone as thy face was hyd I was troubled agayne Vnto the my Lorde dyd I calle in this myne heauie case And dyd wyth moste erneste prayar fall downe before thy face What should my bloude profyte if I should go downe to the pyt Shall dust prayse the or shall thy trueth be declared by it O Lorde heare and graunt my requeste be mercifull to me O Lorde I saye be thou myne helpe I hūbly besech the. My wepeyng and waylyng thou hast into a dawnce turned So haste thou loosed my sakcloth me wyth ioye clothed Wherfore ech man shal synge to the glorie wythouten staye O Lorde my God for euer more I wyll prayse the I saye The .xxxj. Psalme O Lorde I trust in the alone let me neuer haue naye Delyuer me in thy iustice when I do to the praye Bowe downe thyne eare to me I saye delyuer me outryght Be my defence and sure castell to saue me by thy myght For thou art my rocke and sure ground my defence at nede Wherfore for thy names sake leade me and dryue me forth to fede Brynge me out of the net that they haue layed and hyd for me Because my myght and eke my strength remayneth whole in the. Into thyne handes I do cōmitte my soule vnfaynedly Thou haste redemed me O Lorde the God of veritie I haue hated all suche men as do folowe vanitie But in the Lorde I haue alwaye trusted vnfaynedly Of thy mercie I wyll reioyce thou that lokest on my payne And that in my great miserie doeste not my soule disdayne Neyther haste shette me in the hande or powre of myne enmie But haste set my fote all at large and at full libertie Be mercifull to me O Lorde for I am sore oppreste Myne eies dasle and eke my soule and bealy take small reste Sorowe freateth my lyfe awaye mournynge bryngth my laste daye My strength fayleth through wyckednes al my bones waste awaye All my foes and enmies haue made a raylynge stocke of me But chyeflye suche in verie dede as of my neyghbours be My fryndes my famyliars haue hated me outright And when they sawe me come abroade they fled out of my syght I was forgotten vtterly as a man that is deade So was I made lyke a vessell that longe sence perished I heard that many blamed me and layde faultes to my charge Feare and tremblyng stode aboute I myght not walcke at large Whylse they consulted togither and dyd theyr wyttes employe Howe to inuent awaye to take my pore soule subtylly But I haue put my truste in the O Lorde vnfaynedly And wyth myne herte thus haue I sayde thou arte my God truly Lorde my lyfe dayes are in thyne hand let me neuer be thrall Set thou me free from myne enmies persequutours all Lyghten thy countenaunce vpō thy pore seruant I saye And for thy mercifull goodnes saue me wyth out delaye O Lorde let me not aske in vayne because I call on the But let the wycked haue that shame in the graue let them be Let lyeynge lyppes haue nought to saye which speake most craftily And eke proudly agaynste the iuste and most dispytfully Ryght large are the good thynges that thou dost kepe for them that be In thy feare and that thou dydst in theyr syght that truste in the. Vnder thy face thou shalt hyde them frō all mens conspyrynge From the debate of tonges thou shalt hyde them in thy dwellynge The Lorde is worthy for to be praysed of olde and yonge For notably he shewed me hys mercie in a towne stronge When I fled hastily I thought I am caste of surely But thou heardst the voyce of my prayer when I dyd to the crye All ye true seruantes of the Lorde loue hym vnfaynedly Whoe doeth defende the faythfull and plage the proude plentuousely Be stronge and myghtie for the Lorde wyl cause your herte be stronge So many of you as do trust in hym boeth olde and yonge The .xxxij. Psalme THat man is blest that is lyghted of hys transgression And whose synne is hydde in the hope of hys saluation The man is bleste to whō the Lord doeth not impute hys synne So is he bleste wythin whose breaste no disceyte doeth begyn Whylse I do dayly with my self sometyme thyncke secretly And some tyme breake out wyth wepyng my bones consume greatly For nyght and daye thyne hande powre lyeth vpon me heauie My iuse and moysture are made lyke thynges that sommer doeth drye But when I had tolde the my fault had not hyd my synne And after that I had this thought it is best I begynne For to confesse vnto the Lord all my transgression Forth wyth thou dydst geue me of all my synnes remission Wherfore ech goodman wyll praye the dureynge the tyme of grace And the floude of the ragynge waues shall not come to hys place Thou arte myne hydynge place and wylt kepe me from miserie And wylt beset me wyth the myrth of men that scape hardly Thou hast sayde I wyll teach the in the waye thou shouldest go And wyth myne eie and cleare knowledge I wyll helpe the also Be not lyke to the horsse or mule that do nought vnderstande Whose chawes thou must bynd wyth a bytte ere they folowe thyne hande The sorowes of the wycked men are ryght many in dede But he that doeth stycke to the Lorde shall neuer stande in nede Be glad in the Lorde O ye iuste reioyce in hys syght Synge vnto hym so many as are in youre hertes vpright The .xxxiij. Psalme REioyce ye iust men in the Lord prayse doeth good men beseme Prayse ye the Lord wyth harppe lute play on ten strynges to hym Synge a newe songe syngeswete musick wyth
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
lo they laye wayte for my soule and conspyre agaynste me Not for any offence or fault Lord that in me they see Not prouoked by me they do hastly them selfes prepare Wherfore arise thou and helpe me and loke vpon my care O Lord of hostes O Iacobs God awake visite the heathen Shewe thou no mercie to them that to wickednes are geuen Let them returne emptie at nyght and let them hole lyke houndes And make them wander rounde about the cities and the townes Beholde they speake agaynste me wyth their mouthes and swerdes are hyd Vnder theyr lyppes for they are not for such thynges reproued But thou O Lorde shalt euer haue them in derision The heathen Lorde thou shalt deride and laugh them all to skorne I do ascribe to the O God all my strēgth and my power For thou art my falfegard good Lorde and only defender Thy goodnes to thy pore seruant thou shewest plentuousely And lettest me se my desyer vpon myne enimie Lorde destroy not them sodenlye leste my people forget But as thou art oure defender do them in sunder sette For theyr proude and statly wordes Lorde take thou them in theyr pride And for theyr periurie and lyes suffer them not to byde Consume them Lord in thy furie consume them cleane awaye That they may knowe that God ruleth in all the earth this daye Let them returne emptie at nyght let them howle lyke houndes And make them wander rounde about the cities and the townes Let them wander about I saye and seke whereon to feede And let them not fynd sustinaunce to satisfie theyr nede Wyth reioyceynge I shall declare thy myght and greate goodnes Because thou arte my tower of strength refuge in distres To the I saye O God my strength wyll I reioyce and synge Because thou arte my whole defence and most mercifull kynge The .lx. Psalme O God thou dydest vs forsake reiect waste moued But nowe thou arte pleased agayn and hast vs receyued Thou dashedest the earth together and brakest it in twayne But nowe repare the brackes therof for it shaketh certayne Hard chaunce and misse fortune thou hast layed on thy peoples lot And haste geuen vs such wyne to dryncke as is deadly I wot Yet haste thou geuen a sygne to them that do walke in thy feare That they should triumph in thy trueth in no wise dispeare Let thy power saue thy beloued that they do not dispeare Shewe forth thy powre I saye good Lord heare thy seruantes prayer Because God hath spoken the worde wyth in hys holy place I shal wyth ioye diuide Sichem and Sochothes vale by pase Galaad and eke Manasses are myne but Ephraim ▪ Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme In Moah wyll I laye my fylth and ouer Edom skyppe And thou palastine sue to me for fauour and frendshyppe Who shall leade me into that forte that myghtie stronge citie Who shal conducte me to Edom and my salfe conduct be Shalt not thou do it O my God who didest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men whē we dyd the wars take O God helpe thou in al distresse for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .lxj. Psalme OH God heare thy pore seruantes crye and hearcken to my prayer And let not my voyce and my crye in vayne trouble the ayer From the vtmost partes of the earth I shall crye vnto the In the distres of mynde when myn herte amased shal be Then shall I saye Oh Lorde set me vpon thy rocke so hye For thou arte my refuge strength agaynste myne enimie In thy tente wyll I dwell for aye that I maye dwell salfly Vnder the shadowe of thy wynges is my desyre to lye For thou O God hast heard my vowes pondered my desyres And such men as do feare thy name Lorde thou hast made thyne heyers To the kynge do thou geue long lyfe that hys yeres maye enduer Through many generations to thy wyll pleasure Let the kyng syt before the Lord for euer and a daye And let thy mercie and thy trueth preserue the same alwaye Then shall I neuer sease to synge vnto thy holy name That I maye performe all my vowes dayly vnto the same The .lxij. Psalme ONly on God my soule loketh hath to hym respect For in hym and in none other myne health taketh effect For he onelye is my sure grownde my salfgard and defence So that my fall can not be greate through fleshly violence How longe wil you studie disceyte agaynst all maner men Ye shal al perishe as the walle or hedge that is broken Lord these men woulde blot out my lyfe they play the lyars parte Wyth the mouth they do praye for me but cursse me wyth theyr herte Neuerthelesse O thou my soule do thou to God enclyne For frō him only doeth thy truste and thyne onely hope shyne For he only is my sure grounde my saluation I shall not fall he is my strength and my tuition Myne health lyeth in God alone my glorie and my myght And in the Lord my confidence only trust is pyght O put your trust in him alwaye ye people of the land Pour out your hertes before the Lord in whome our hope doeth stande As for men they are all but vayne and delyted to lye And are as lyght in a balance as is vayne vanitie Put no truste in mysse gotten goodes ne serue you vanitie And when you do flowe in richesse set not to much therby God hath spoken this one thyng twyse wherfore it is certayne And I myselfe haue heard him saye that in him strength doeth raygne He sayde also that in the Lord is goodnes and mercie And that he doeth reward eche man after as his worckes be The .lxiij. Psalme O God thou arte my myghtie God my salfe gard defence Wherfore I wyl seke the ech daye wyth carfull diligence My soule thyrsteth for the O Lord my fleshe hath a luste To taste of the in this drye lande where for water is duste Thus do I that I maye behold the in thy holy place That I maye se thy mightie power glorie of thy face For lyfe it selfe is not so swete as thy loueyng kyndnes Wherfore to shewe thy worthy prayse my lyppes shall neuer sease And so shall I duryng my lyfe alwaye magnifie the And in thy name lyfte vp myne handes as it becommeth me Then shall my soule be satisfied as wyth most swete fatnes ▪ And therfore shall my lyppes reioyce and my mouth shewe thy prayse O Lord when I lye in my bed I shall remembre the And whē I wake out of my slepe on the my thought shall be For thou only art he from whom all myne helpe doeth procede And in the shadowe of whose wynges my soule is delited O Lorde my soule cleaueth to the thy righthand is my staye Let thē that would destroye my soule
they do reioyce before God And are glad They are delyghted inwardly can neuer be sad Synge vnto God synge to his name make a perfect waye To him that rideth in hygh heauen whose name is Lorde for aye Reioyce before him for he is father to fatherlesse And in his holy house he doeth the wydowes cause redresse He is the God that maketh peace and breaketh prisoners band And causeth traytours for to dwell in an vnfruitfull land When he went out through wyldernes before his peoples face The earth shoke the heauens molt before him in his place God of his goodnes sent downe rayne vpon his heritaunce And fylled all the barrant plottes therof wyth aboundaunce That his people myght dwel therin thus dyd the Lorde prepare For his pore flocke and gaue his worde to such as for them care The kynges that had great armies fled they fled and toke the foyle And such men as sate styll at home haue diuided the spoyle What though no doues fether haue bene more vyle then they in syght Yet shall they be as preciouse nowe as gould that shyneth bryght When the almightie had scattred the kynges that ther dyd raygne Thē dyd it glistē lyke the snowe on zalmon that mountayne Goddes hil Sion is lyke Basan for wōderfull plentie An hyll it is that aboundeth wyth all fertilitie O ye great hylles ye myghtie kynges whye do ye hate this hyll Syth it pleaseth the Lorde and he wyll dwel therupon styll His horsmen are twentie thousand and his angelles many In whom he is as in Sinai in hys sanctuarie He is gone vp on hygh and hath wyth him men that where thrall He hath receyued gyftes for men yea for his foes and all Thus hath he done that he myght be the Lord praysed for aye For as the God of our health he geueth vs gyftes eche daye Our God I say and sauiour he is whilse we haue breath And by him alone we escape the sharppe passage of deathe Yet doeth he wound the heades of them that are his enimies And the crowne of the heade of them that from synne wyll not ryse Thus sayde the Lord I wyll restore my people home agayne From Basan and from the depe sea they shal not there remayne Therfore I saye O my people thou shalt not fayle to treade In thy foes bloud and thy dogges tonges shall be therwyth made redde The maner of the goynge of my God my Lord and kynge Is well sene in his holy place where he is abydyng The syngyng mē do go before then folowe the mynstrelles And laste of all the fayer maydens playinge vpon tymbrelles O ye that descend of the flocke of mightie Israell Prayse ye the Lorde in such order as ye haue hearde me tell Fyrst lyttle Beniamin ruleth and Iuda is your strength Then Sebulon and Neptali are captaynes good at length It is god that hath geuē you this strength you maye be sure O God confirme the same in vs that it may styll endure For the kynges do offer to the mo gyftes in sacrifice Then be made at Ierusalem after the temples guise Rebuke the myghtie men of armes that in armes can do well And the stronge men of euerie land that for lucre rebell Disparse them that delyght in warres let messengers come Out of Egypt and Ethiope and sue to thy kyngdome Synge to the Lord O ye kyngdomes of the earth and reioyse To him that rideth on the heauens stretcheth out his voyce Ascribe to hym all myght and power for his glorie doeth raygne Ouer Israell his powre aboue the cloudes certayne O God thou arte to be feared in thy sanctuarie For thou geuest powre to thy flocke and arte of prayse worthy The .lxix. Psalme HElpe me O God for I am lyke to perishe out of hand For I do syncke into the myer where is no place to stande Into depe waters I am fallen which do me ouer flowe I am werie wyth lowde criynge my throte wareth drye nowe Wyth ofte lokynge vp to my God myne eies begyne to fayle And they that hate me wythout cause are now lyke to preuayle For they are moe in numbre then the heyres are on myne head Wherby they cause me to paye that I neuer receiued What ignoraunce hath caused me to do Lord thou doeste see My synnes Lorde and my wyckednes are not vnknowne to the. O God of hostes let not them that to the wyth fayth repare Haue cause by that they see in me to fall into dispeare For in thy cause do I suffer all this rebuke and shame And am caste out from my kynred made straynge to the same The thought that I take for thy house is greate breakynge to me And I take all such wordes to herte as men speake agaynst the. If I dyd euer faste or wepe my bodye for to tame The same hathe ben caste in my teeth as a thynge worthy blame I lapte my bodie in sack cloth and ware it for a coate And then began they for to skoffe and ieste at me I wotte Yea they that sate in the towne gates the rulars and the kynges Iested at me and the drunckardes made thē songes of these thynges But I make my prayer to the O Lorde that I ne mysse Of helpe through thy goodnes and trueth when thy good pleasure is Pulle me out of the depe myer and from drownynge me kepe Deliuer me from enimies from the waters depe Leste the surges do ouerflowe and the syncke swalowe me And the depe pytte shutte vp his mouth whē I shall therin be O Lorde graunt my requeste to me euen for thy goodnes sake And as thy mercies are many oon me pitie take Hyde not thy face from thy seruant for I am nowe troubled Make haste O God shortly let my request be graunted O Lorde drawe nygh vnto my soule let it be salfe through the And because of myne enimies Lord God deliuer me Thou knowest what rebuke I do byde what shame and dishonour For all they that do trouble me are in thy syght ech houre Through the rebuke myne herte is broke and heauie is my mynde I loke for some to pitie me but no conforte I fynde They dyd geue me gall in my meate and when I was thyrsty They gaue me vinager to dryncke such was theyr crueltie Let theyr table be made a snare to take themselfes wyth all And where they trust to lyue in peace ther let them take a fall Darken the eies of theyr iudgment lest they should loke and see Make theyr loynes weake and breake theyr backes that thus haue done to me Poure out thy wrath on them let thyne hotte anger them quell Let theyr houses be made deserte and none therin to dwell For when thou hast striken a man they persecute hym styll And suche men as thou haste wounded they endeuour to kyll Let them encrease in wyckednes neuer se iustice Wype them out of the boke lyfe from emōge the rightwise
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
earth mans honger to asswage And wyne to make mans herte merie oyle his face to chere And bread that maketh the hert stronge at all tymes of the yere And the Lordes trees are full of sappe as Ceders in Libane Where byrddes brede and storckes make theyr nestes in fyr trees to remayne To the gotes he hath geuen the hylles to serue for theyr refuge And to the conies and the hares the clyffes and rockes so huge The mone he made that she myght aye diuide the tyme aright And the sunne knoweth certenly his goynge downe at nyght It is nyght Lorde so sone as thou doest brynge in the darcknes And then do all the beastes raynge that lyue in wyldernes Euen as the Lions whelppes that do rore and crye at theyr praye And that they maye seke for theyr meate that God prouideth aye And when the sunne is vp they do get thē selues home certayne And then they go into theyr dennes and laye them downe agayne But man taketh his worcke in hand and doeth him therto dyght And doeth applye his busines tyll it be almost nyght O Lorde howe greate are all thy worckes which thy wisedome hache made Thy richesse and possession do the earth ouerlade The sea it selfe is wyde and broade where of beastes that do crall The mumbre is excedynge greate as well of greate as small There go the shyppes and that greate fyshe and sea monster I saye That casteth forth floudes of water whom thou madeste there to playe But all these thynges do put theyr trust confidence in the. That thou wylt geue them theyr fedynge when theyr due tyme shall be And when thou geuest they gather thynges mete for theyr fedeynges And when thyne hande is open they are fylled wyth Good thynges But if thou hyde thy face from them they are troubled certayne And if thou take theyr breath they dye and turne to duste agayne Agayne on the contrarie parte beastes are create certayne If thou sende forth thy breath and doest refreshe the earthe agayne Let the maiestie of the Lord neuer come to an ende And let him reioyce in his worckes which can not be emende If he behold the earth far of then doeth it shake for feare And if he do but tutch the hylles they smoke vp in the ayer So longe as I shall lyue therfore to the Lorde wyll I synge To my God wyll I synge I saye whylse I shall be lyueynge Ind all my talke concernynge him shall be dulcet and swete And I wyll reioyce in the Lorde as for me it is mete As for the synnars shall be slayne and perishe of the grownde And the vngodly shall no more remayne for to be founde My soule preach and set forth the Lord prayse him wythouten staye Haleluia praise the Lorde all faythfull men I saye The .cv. Psalme COnfesse acknowledge the Lord and call vpon hys name Teach his studies to the people make them learne the same Describe the Lorde and synge to hym and talke of hys wonders· Reioyse in hys moste holy name and be hys glad sekears Let them all haue a merie herte that seke the Lorde I saye Seke ye the Lorde and eke hys powre seke the Lordes face alwaye Remembre the wonderfull thynges that by the Lorde are wrought And eke his signes and the iudgmentes that his mouth hath forth brought O sede of Habraham I saye that worshypt God truly O chyldren of Iacob that was chosen most certenly O ye chyldren of goddes chosen our Lord and God is he Whose iudgemētes are in all the earth most euident to se For he is euer myndfull of hys faythfull promises And of the worde he would haue kept in thousandes of ages This dyd he confyrme by promise to Habraham truly And by an oth to Isaac byndynge hym selfe therby To make this a lawe to Iacob he set it in sure staye And to make it a couenaunt to Israell for aye And thus he fayde To the wyl I geue the Cananites landes ▪ To make them thyne enheritaunce I put them in thyne handes When they therfore were verie fewe and an household full small ▪ And were strangers in that cōtrey and had no grounde at all And when they from one nation to an other dyd flyt And eke from kyngdome to kyngdome and dyd in no place sytte Yet dyd the Lord suffer no man his people to oppresse But for theyr sakes he plaged kynges put them to distresse Tuche not sayde he myne annoynted men dedicate to me Ne hurte any of my prophetes that preach my veritie Then caused he a greate famen vpon the earth to rise And made all maner vitales scant beyonde all maner syse And before them he sent a man for to prepare theyr waye Iosephe was solde into bondage and seruitude I saye They bounde his fete in fetters strong he was there lyke to dye Vntyll the tyme his cause was knowne and Goddes worde dyd him trye Then sent the kyng and toke him out the rular of that lande He that had rule of much people dyd relesse Iosephes bande And in his house he gaue him rule ouer boeth greate and smalle And in all his possessions he gaue him rule of all That he myght rule his officers after hys owne deuise And that he myght teach the elders wisedome to make them wise Then Israell Iosephes father downe into Egypt came And Iacob lyued a straynger in the contrey of Cham. And the numbre of hys people God dyd encrease greatly And made them for theyr enimies to stronge and to myghtie Then turned he Thegyptians hertes to hate his people all That they myght studie by disceyte to make his seruantes thralle Then sent he Moses his seruant a man faythfull in dede And Aaron whom he had chosen his busines to spede These men wrought his wonderfull worckes emonge his enimies And his sygnes in the land of Cham before his peoples eies Then sent he suche a dearckenes that it made all thynges obscure Yet dyd these men neuer repugne his worde nor his pleasure Theyr waters he turned to bloude and slewe theyr fyshes all And the earth brought forth frogges that dyd in their kynges closetes crall And at his commaundment ther came on them all maner flyes And into all theyr coastes there came lysse far beyonde all syse And in steade of theyr swete suers he gaue them stormes of hayle And in theyr lande there rayned downe flammynge fier wythout faile He strake and destroyed theyr vynes and eke theyr fygge trees all And all the trees of theyr contreys wheron those stormes dyd falle At his commaundement also there came grassehoppars fell And many moe caterpyllars thē any man coulde tell These dyd deuour and eate vp quite al the grasse of theyr lande They dyd suffer no maner fruite vpon their grounde to stande In fyne he slewe al the first borne of theyr contrey certayne That is to saye euen the first fruites of all theyr myght and mayne Then led he forth his flocke
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
wylt thou beholde thys and fuffer them styll Rydde me from theyr oppression and from theyr cruell wyll Then wyl I celebrate thy name in a grat companie And will prayse the in a people that is strong and myghtie Let them not reioyce ouer me that causelesse my foes be Neyther let them wyncke wyles wyth me that wythout cause hate me They speake no worde that shoulde brede peace peace is not theyr intent But agaynste the quiete they do disceytefull wordes inuent They thruste out the mouth agaynste me and stornefully they saye Haha haha our eie hath sene this mans vtter decaye And thou O Lorde haste sene this thyng do thou not dissemble Neyther be thou far of from me when they do assemble Aryse awake that thou mayste iudge my cause as ryght doeth stande My God Lorde arise that thou maiste take my cause in hande O Lorde my God for thy iustice do thou geue me my right And suffer them not to reioyce ouer me in thy syght Let them not saye thus in their hert haha we haue our mynde Let them not saye we haue eate hym let thē no suche cause fynde Let them all take shame and rebuke that of myne ylle reioyce Cloth them wyth shame that speake againste me with a braggynge voyce Let suche as woulde I had my ryght reioyce greatly and saye The Lorde that woulde hys seruaūtes peace be magnifyed alwaye And on my tong Lord thy iustyce shal sowne dylygently And vpon thy most worthy prayse my tonge shal runne dayly The .xxxvi. Psalme THe vngodlye mans wyckednesse testyfyeth in myne herte That of the feare of God there is in him no maner parte For in hys owne conceyte he doeth stande wonderfully well Tyll suche tyme as hys wyckednes doeth all hatered excel Vniuste and disceytfull are the wordes of hys mouth eche one And of the doctryne that doeth teache to do good he wyl none In hys bed he inuenteth synne and doeth himselfe addresse To walke forth in a wycked waye he doeth no vice represse O Lorde thy mercie is aboue in the heauens so hye And aboue all the elementes thy trueth and veritie Thy iustice is lyke great mountaynes thy iudgmentes ryght depe Boeth man and beaste thou wylt O Lorde alwaye preserue and kepe Thy mercifull goodnes O God is ryght famouse in dede And to thy charge the sonnes of men haue them selfe committed Through the greate plētie of thyne house they shall be druncke I thyncke Of the streame of thy delicates thou wylt geue them to dryncke For the vene or fountayne of lyfe is in thyn hande or myght And in thy bryghtnes thy seruauntes shall alwaye perceyue lyght Spreade out thy mercie ouer them that do acknowledge the And eke thy ryghtuousenes on them that of vpright herte be Let no fote of pryde come to me make proude men from me flye Let me not be moued by the powre of the vngodly For emōg them such men as haue wrought wyckednes dyd fall They were driuen magrea theyr heade they had no staye at all The .xxxvij. Psalme THough thou se many wycked men be not therfore angry Neither do thou enuie them that do worcke iniquitie For as the heye they are cut downe full sodenly in dede And as the florishyng grene grasse they shal be sone dryed Put thou thy truste in the Lorde and do the thynge that good is Dwell in the lande and nourishe fayth doynge no thynge amysse And se thou do delyght thy selfe in the Lord God alone And then shall he geue vnto the thyne hertes petition Caste thou thy waye vpon the Lorde lett him gouerne it styll Leane vpon him that he may do by the after hys wyll Then shall he brynge thy ryghtuousenes abroade lyke a cleare lyght And thy iudgementes and perfect lyfe lyke as the myddaye bryght Kepe thy thought secrete to the Lord and wayte vpon hys wyll Do not stomake the good successe of the man that doeth ylle Remitte anger wythout delaye and let thy furie passe Let not thyne anger be so greate that thou committe trespas For such as do euell shall perishe be cut out doubtlesse But they that wayte on the Lordes wyl shal the earthe aye possesse Yet a litle whyle and then the wycked shal be nowhere And when thou lokeste toward hys place ther shall no man appeare In the meane tyme the afflycted shall all the earth possesse And shal be throughly delited wyth prosperouse successe Agaynste the iuste and godlye man the wycked doeth inuent And gnasheth at hym wyth hys teeth hys wrath is so feruent But the Lord laugheth hym to scorne because he doeth forese Hys laste daye destruction nygh at hande for to be The wycked do drawe out theyr swerde and bende theyr bowe wyth myght To cast downe the pore nedie slocke and kyll them that go ryght But theyr owne sworde shall pearse theyr herte and stryke it thorowe quite And all theyr bowes shal be broken they shal do vs no spyte The lytle that the iuste man hath is much better doubtlesse Then the great richesse that the noble wycked men possesse For the armes of the vngodly shal be brokē in twayne But the iuste men the Lorde hym selfe wyll vnderset certayne The tyme also of innocentes the Lorde knoweth right sure And the enheritaunce of thē shall euermore endure In the tyme of aduersitie they shall suffer none ylle And when the honger is moste greate they shall aye haue theyr fyll For the vngodly shall perishe the Lordes enimies shall Be wasted lyke preciouse lambes smoke shall consume them all The vngodlye renneth in det doeth not paye agayne But the iuste man is liberall and geueth muche certayne For hys blessed chyldren shall haue the earth by heritage And hys curssed sorte shal be cut out ere they come to age The Lord ruleth a mans fotesteppes and lyketh well hys waye When he slydeth he falleth not for the Lord doeth hym staye I haue bene yonge and am nowe olde yet the eies in myne heade Dyd neuerse the iuste deserte nor hys seede begge theyr breade For he is dayly lyberall doeth lend with good wyll And his seede and posteritie haue of al thynges theyr fyll Flye thou from yll and do the thynge that is good and godly And then thou maiste be sure thou shalt euer dwell pleasantly For the Lorde loueth iuste iudgment he doeth therin delyght The wayes of them that do iustly are pleasante in hys syght Hys saynctes he doeth neuer forsake but kepeth them for aye But the seede of the vngodly he routeth out I saye The iuste men shall possesse the earth by ryght of heritage And shall inhabyte vpon it to the ende of all age The iuste mans mouth doeth commune of wysedome and sapience So doeth his tonge speake iuste iudgment wyth carefull diligence In his hert the lawe of his God is grounded and faste pyght His fote steppes shall not bende nor bowe his lyfe shal be vpright The vngodly man layeth wayte
pryncely seate and in hys holy throne To the people of Habrams God great rulars are ioyned Because he doeth excell them that haue the earth defended The .xlviij. Psalme THe Lorde is greate and much praysed and magnified styll Wythin the citie of our God and in hys holy hyll The mount Sion on whose north syde the greate kynges towne standeth Is a goodly coÌ„trey is the ioye of the whole earth God is knowne and acknowledged in hys owne palaices To be a castell of defence to such men as are his For lo kynges came togither and so passed by alonge And were amased at the syght and dryuen forth headlonge This feare and sorowe taketh them euen as vehemently As the throwes of a woman that should trauayâ—e by and by And as the easterne wynde that doteh blowe wyth greate stormes of hayle Is wont to breake the shippes that do vpon the salte sea sayle As we haue hearde so haue we sene in the Lorde of hostes towne In oure goddes citie whyche he hath made sure for fallynge downe O God let vs conceyue in mynd thy goodnes and mercie In the myddle of thy temple and thy saynctuarie Lyke as thy name so doeth thy prayse O God go through the lande And aboundaunce of iustice is in thy powre and right hande Let the mount of Sion be glad let Iudes daughters reioyce For thy iudgmentes when they shal heare thyne holy worde and voyce Se that ye go aboute Sion compasse it about rounde Number all the lettle turrettes that in hir walles be founde Marcke hir forefence diligently and hir palaices hye That you maye make reporte of it to youre posteritie For this is God and our God is for euer for aye He shall direct and gouerne vs euen to oure dyeinge daye The .xlix. Psalme ALl people hearken and geue eare to that that I shall tell Boeth hygh and lowe boeth riche pore that in the worlde do dwell For whye my mouth shall make discourse of many thynges ryght wyse In vnderstandynge shall myne herte hys studie exercise I wyll enclyne myne eare to knowe thynges full dearckely spoken And eke vpon myne harpe I wyll make my dearcke speach open In the tyme of aduersitie whye should I stande in doubt If the wyckednes of my steppes should compasse me about Emonge them that haue greate richesse and do trust therin moste And in the multitude therof do aye glorie boaste There is not one that any waye can hys brother redeme Nor paye to God the raunsome that he doeth for hym esteme For to redeme theyr soules from death the price would be to hye To make them so perfect that they myght lyue eternally And to make them that in them selfe they should no such cause haue But that they myght lyue euer and neuer come to the graue For it is playne that as well the wise as the folysh dye And leaue theyr goodes to other men but foles die vtterly Theyr graue shal be theyr house for aye eke theyr dwellynge place Though lyueynge here they studied vayne glorie for a space But man doeth neuer longe abyde in estimation But shal be lyke a beaste fallynge into destruction Thys theyr purpose and waye they walke is theyr follye in dede And yet of theyr posteritie theyr worddes are alowed They are placed emonge the deade as they were flockes of shepe And death is he that feadeth theÌ„ and hath them for to kepe And at the iudgment daye the iuste shall rule them as a kynge Theyr beawtie shall decaye the pyt shal be theyr dwellynge But God shall deliuer my soule out of the powre of hell Because he hath receyued me in his house for to dwell When any man is enriched be not afeard therfore Or when the glorie of hys house encreaseth more and more For when he dyeth he shall not all these thynges wyth him take His glorie shall not go wyth him but shal him quite forsake Because they compt them selues happye in this vayne lyfe only When a man is good to him self then prayse they him greatly Vnto theyr fathers nation lett all these men go ryght Let them not haue fruition of confortable lyght But man doeth not expende and waygh his owne nobilitie Wherfore he shal be lyke the beast that dieth vtterly The .l. Psalme GOd that is Lorde of iudges spake and dyd togither cal As many as do dwelle froÌ„ the sunne rysynge to his falle The moste noble famouse God out of Sion shall shyne And geue a perfecte presidente of beautie in mens eiene Our God shall come vnfainedly wyth fyre before his face And on eche syde a fierse hurle wynde his enimies to chase The heauen aboue and earth byneth he shall vnto hym call That wyth iudgmeÌ„t he maye coÌ„tend against his people all Gather to me myne holy ones that woulde seme so presyse And that made me a couenauÌ„te concernynge sacrifice Brynge them hyther the heauens shall theyr iustice declare And God himselfe shall be theyr iudge whoe knoweth what they are Geue eare O ye that wyll be my people for nowe speake I O Israel geue eare for nowe I wyll thy matter trye Geue eare to me I saye for I am God of powre myghtie I am thy God O Israell I tell the certenlye I wyll not blame the for the lacke of doynge sacrifice For I se thye brent offeringes daylye before myne eies I haue no nede to take of the a calfe or a bullocke Neither the gote that feadeth in thy cote or in thy flocke For all the wylde beastes of the earth are myne owne good in dede So are al the beastes that do on a thousand mountaynes fede I knowe the foules of the mountaynes I saye I knowe them all And in my powre are all the beastes that in the fieldes do cralle If I should chaunce to be hungry I nede not to tell the Syth the rounde worlde is myne wyth al the thynges that therin be What do you thyncke that I wyll eate the fleshe of bulles myghtie Or dryncke the bloude of gotes that ye do shede so plentuousely Sacrifice thou prayse vnto God and paye in any wyse Vnto the moste hygh thy vowes and thynges that thou dost promise When thou arte in aduersitie then on me se thou crye And when I shall deliuer the then set forth my glorie But God sayeth to the vngodlye what cometh in thy brayne That to rehearse my sacramentes thou doest neuer refrayne Whye doest thou bragge of my comnante wyth wordes to none effect Seynge thou hateste all knoledge and doest my wordes reiect If it chaunce the to se a thefe in him thou haste delyght And wyth the shamelesse whore hunttars thy parte is also pyght Thy mouth thou haste addyct to euel and for to speake amysse And thy tonge doeth styll frame the thynge that moste disceytfull is Thou sytteste in iudgmeÌ„t and doest speake agaynst thy brother And doest reuile moste spitfully the sonne of thy mother Thus haste thou done
is God to such as be of hert perfect and pure Yet were my fete lyke for to slyp my steppes were nothyng sure And why Because I fondly fall in enuie and disdayne To se that foles and wicked men haue peace and byde no payne They are in no daynger of deathe nor lykely for to dye But do remayne excedyng strong and excedynge myghtie They are free frō aduersitie when other men be shent And wyth the reste they take no parte of plage or punishment Wherby they be full gloriously in pride so high extold And are in wronge and violence wrapped so many fold Theyr eies are solne for verie fat they are so fallen awaye The vayne thoughtes of theyr wycked hert they practise night and daye By theyr wycked exemple are other men corrupted And the most myghti and high God by them is blasphemed For they stretch out theyr mouth to heauē and do agaynst it crie But on the earth theyr wycked tonge walketh most pleasantly The flocke therfore of flaterars do furnish vp theyr trayne For there they be full sure to sucke some profite and some gayne Tush tush say they vnto them selues is ther a God aboue That doth knowe and suffer this yll wyll vs not reproue Looe ye maye se howe wycked men in richesse styll encrease Rewarded well wyth worldly goode lyue in rest and peace Than whye do I from wyckednes my fantasie refrayne And wash myne handes wyth innocentes clense myne hert in vayne And whye am I scourged ech daye as subiect to all blame Or why should I euerie morne sustayne rebuke and shame Than had I almost sayed as they mislykyng myne estate But that I should thy chyldren iudge as folke infortunate I me bethought therfore howe I myght thys thynge vnderstand But yet the laboure was to great for me to take in hand Vntyll the tyme I went into thyne holye place and then I vnderstode right perfectly the ende of all these men And namely howe thou settest them vpon a slyppry place And at thy pleasure and thy wyll thou doest them all deface Than Lorde howe sone do they consume and fearfully decaye Euen as a dreame when one waketh their Image goeth awaye Thus greued was myne hert full sore my mynde was much appreste So fonde was I and ignorant and in thy syght a beaste Yet am I styll by the and thou holdeste my right hand faste And wyth thy counsell doest guid me to glorie at the laste Bysyde thy selfe what thynge haue I in all the heauens aboue To delyte in syth in the earth I do the only loue My flesh and eke myne herte fayle me so doeth my God neuer For of myne hert God is the strength and my parte for euer And loe all such as the forsake shal perishe euerichone And they that trust in any thynge saueynge in the alone But it is good for me O God to holde me faste by the And to put my full trust in the and tell what thy worckes be The .lxxiiij. Psalme O God why art thou styl absente from vs what displeasure Hath made thy wrath so hotte against the shep of thy pasture Oh thyncke vpō the church that hath of aunciēt bene thyne And that thou hast redemed Lorde euen before our eine Thyncke on the kynred that is thyne by right succession And on the place where thou hast dwelt the holy mount Sion Lyfte vp thy fote and destroye all the enimies for aye That haue wrought wyckednes wyth in thyne holy place thys daye Thyne enimies haue roared in thy cōgregations And haue erected theyr owne sygnes to be sygnes and tokens Theyr axes are sene glytter as when men hewe wodde on hylles The selynge of the holye place they breake downe wyth theyr bylles They haue broken thyne holy thynges set fyre on the same They haue broke downe and poluted the dwellyng of thy name Thus sayd they in theyr herte let vs all vex them in one bande So brent they all goddes synagoges that were found in the land Our sygnes and tokens we se not no Prophete doeth remayne Ther is none emonge vs that can tell vs ought for certayne O God howe longe shall thyne enmy do the dispyte and shame Wylt thou suffer him euer to blaspheme thyne holy name Lord whye wythdrawest thou thy powre Why doeth thy right hand byd Styll in thy bosome pulle it out and let thy foes destryed O God thou arte my kynge for aye haste bene euer more Ther is none health in all the earth that is not of thy store In thy great power thou dydest diuide the seas and brakest the head Of Pharoo that great dragon who of that wounde is dead The heades Lord of the whale that was of excedyng greatnes Thou hast broken and made hym meate to men of wyldernes A welsprynge and a rennynge streame thou haste made in drye land And haste made the great riuers drye by the power of thyne hand The day eke the nyght are thyne thou haste them in thy power Thou hast prepared lyght sunne to serue vs at theyr houre Thou hast set appoynted al the limettes of the lande The sommer wynter also are the worcke of thyne hand Remēber this O Lorde because thy foes do the reuile And the braynsicke and folyshe folke thyne holy name defyle Geue not the lyfe of thy turtle into thyne enmies hand Neyther forget thy churche for aye that of the pore doeth stande Be myndfull of thy couenaunt for all the earth is hyd Wyth the dwellynges of men that are most cruell and wycked O suffer not the simple to returne agayne wyth shame For the pore and the indigent are they that prayse thy name Aryse O God and iudge thy cause let thy seruauntes see That thou art myndfull of the checkes that foles vse to geue the. Do not forget the wordes of them that wythstand the so sore for theyr pride and presumption encreaseth more and more The .lxxv. Psalme WE do acknowledge the O God we do acknowledge the And syth thy name is not far of thy worckes declare wyll we When I shall call a counsell for to iudge thynges in thy syght Then shall I geue true sentence and iudge all matters aright As for the earth is lyke to falle and al that therin dwell But I haue vnderset hir postes that she may stand right well Thus sayd I to the folysh men se that ye be not madde And to the wicked be not proude of ought that maye be had Do not I saye you folysh men lyfte vp your hornes on hye Neither do you in coūtenaunce declare your greate folye For high degre cometh to man neither frō easte nor weste Nor yet out of the wyldernes from any cruell beaste For herin God alone is iudge to sette vp whom he luste He lyfteth vp one and casteth an other in the duste For in his hand he hath a cuppe of stronge and myghtie wyne Wherof he filleth to all mē such is his
can this God prepare for vs a feaste in wyldernes Beholde he strake the stony rocke floudes furthwyth dyd flowe But can he geue to his people boeth bread and fleshe also When God heard thys he waxed wrath wyth Iacob and hys sede So dyd his indignation on Israell procede Because they dyd not faythfully beleue hope that he Coulde alwayes helpe and succour them in theyr necessitie He gaue charge to the cloudes aboue and they brake in sunder And rayned them Manna to eate a meate of great wonder He gaue them heauenly grayne I saye man fed on stronge mens foede He sent vitayles downe vnto thē much more then dyd them good He caused the easte wynde to cease vnder the heauens hye And the southwest wynde he brought in by hys power by and by Then fell downe flesh as thycke as dust foule lyke the sea sande Which he dyd caste a mydde the place wher all theyr tentes dyd stande Then dyd they eate excedyngly all men had theyr fylles He satisfied theyr appetites accordynge to theyr wylles But as the meate was in theyr mouthes hys wrath vpon them fell And slewe the floure of all the youth and choyse of Israell Yet fell they to theyr wonted synne and styll they dyd him greue For all the wonders that he wrought they had no faste beleue Theyr dayes therfore he shortened and would not let them raigne And all theyr yeres he finished in right shot space certayne But euer whē he plaged them they sought him by and by Remēbrynge then he was theyr strength helpe as God most hye Though wyth theyr mouthes they dyd but glose and flatter wyth the Lorde And wyth theyr tonges dyd faynedly dissēble euerie worde For whye theyr hertes were nothynge bent to him nor to his trade Nor yet to kepe or to performe the promise that was made Yet was he styll so merciful to thē worthy to dye That he forgaue theyr wyckednes would not them destroye Yea ofte tymes he turned his wrath and dyd himselfe abuise And would not suffer al his whole displeasure to arise Remembryng that they were but flesh and euen as a wynde That passeth awaye and cannot returne by it owne kynde Howe often tymes in wyldernes dyd they theyr Lorde prouoke Howe dyd they moue and styr theyr Lorde to plage them wyth his stroke And how ofte dyd they turne awaye from God him for to proue Teachyng Israelse holy one what thynges dyd him behoue They were not myedfull of his power nor of the daye when he Redemed them from strayte bondage and great captiuitie Neither had they in memorie the wonders wrought by him In Egypt and in the contrey that lyeth about Tanim When by his greate power he turned theyr waters into bloud That no man myght receyue his drincke at riuer ne at floud A multitude of flyes also he sent them to deuoure And paddockes that should them destroye such was his myghtie power Theyr fruites and theyr encrease he gaue to the caterpyller And al the laboure of theyr handes vnto the grasse hopper Wyth hayle he dyd he stroye theyr vynes so that they were all loste And beate downe theyr mubberie tres wyth stones made by the froste And yet wyth haylstones once agayne the Lorde theyr cattell smote And all theyr flockes and herbes lykewise wyth thunder boltes full hote He caste on thē his hote anger his wrath and furie stronge Greate sorowe of herte and angelles yll to trouble them emonge Thē to his wrath he made awaye spared not the leaste But gaue vnto the pestilence the man eke the beaste He strake also all the fyrst borne that vp in Egypt came And all the eldest or fyrste borne wythin the tentes of Cham. But as for all his owne deare flocke he dyd preserue and kepe And caried them through wyldernes euen lyke a flocke of shepe Wythout all feare boeth safe and sounde he brought them out of thrall Whereas his foes wyth rage of seas were ouerwhelmed all And he led them into the boundes of hys sanctuarie Euen to this hyll which hys right hande and myghtie power dyd bye Thense caste he forth the Heathen flocke and dyd theyr land diuide And in theyr tentes hath he caused Iacobs kynred to byde Yet dyd they for all this prouoke and styr vp theyr God styll And would not kepe his testament nor yet obeye hys wyll But as theyr fathers turned backe euen so they went a straye Much lyke a bowe that woulde not bende but breake and starte awaye Wyth the aultares that they buylded on hylles that were so hye And wyth theyr ymages they dyd prouoke God to enuie This heard God and his wrath began to kyndle in hys breste And for theyr wyckednes he dyd them much hate and deteste In so much that he lefte Silo the tent or dwellyng place Wherin before he had dwelled amonge men for a space He let them take the arcke also wherin his powre doeth stand And gaue vp his magnificence into hys enmies hande His people he gaue to the swerde wrath wyth his heritage Fyer eate the yonge men and the maydes came not to mariage And wyth the swerd the priestes dyd perishe euerychone And not a wydowe lefte on lyue theyr hard chaunce to be mone Wyth that the Lorde began to wake as slepe had helde hys eiene Or as a myghtie champiō reioyseynge after wyne The plage of pyles he sent his foes euen in the fundement And put vpō them such a shame as shoulde be permanent This not wythstandynge Iosephes rent he dyd franckly refuse And the kynred of Ephraim he woulde in no wyse chuse But the kynred of Iude he hathe chosen therin to dwell Euen the holy mounte Sion whiche he dyd loue so well Ther dyd he buyld vp his temple boeth sumptuously and sure Lyke to the grounde that he hath made for euer to endure Than chose he Dauid hym to serue hys people for to kepe And hym he toke and brought awaye euen from the foldes of shepe As he went after bagged ewes the Lorde dyd hym aduaunce To fede his people Israell and hys enheritaunce Then Dauid wyth a faythfull herte dyd them pasture and fede And dyd prudentlye to hys power gouerne them all in dede The .lxxix. Psalme INto thyne heritage O God the Heathen are entred The palayce of thyne holye place Lorde they haue defyled They haue also brought thy citie holye Hierusalem Into an hudge and moste rude heape as it hath pleased them Wyth thy seruantes deade bodies they haue fed the foules that flye And the beastes of the earth wyth fleshe of men that lyued godly They shed theyr bloude lyke as water about Hierusalem And ther is none remaynynge that myght take and burie them Our neighbours haue reuiled vs as men that are forlorne And they that dwell rownde about vs haue laughed vs to scorne Howe longe O Lorde how longe I saye wilt thou be wrath for aye Shall thyne enuie burne lyke
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
wandred in desert through wayes in wyldernes â–ª Wherin they founde no dwellynge place in theyr nede and destres And when through great honger and thurste they faynted in theyr mynde They cried to hym in theyr dayngers dyd hym redie fynd He dyd deliuer them I saye and led them the ryght waye To a towne of inhabitaunce and gaue it theÌ„ for aye Let them confesse then and ascrybe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he glutteh the hungry soule fylleth wyth good thynges The soule that is lyke to perishe for lacke of norishynges Such as sate in vtter darckenes and extreme miserie Because they dyd wythstand goddes worde and set nothynge therby The same he made ryght pensyfe and eke of mynde desperate That they myght falle and no man shoulde helpe them in that estate Yet when they cried in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne He ledde them out of thycke darckenes and set them fre agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he brake downe the brasen gates and caste them wydde open And the greate barres of Iron he hath in sunder broken The foles that by theyr wycked lyfe haue gote sycknes plentie So that theyr soule abhorred meate they were lyke to die Yet when they cryed in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne And his word sent he healed them and made them cleane agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them offer sacrifice of hertie confessynge And let them tell forth all hys dedes wyth most ioyfull syngynge Such as in shyppes go to the sea and do theyr busynes there Haue sene goddes worckes and hys wonders that in the depthe appeare Foâ—â—â— his word the stormie wyndes lyfte vp the waues on hye Nowe vp to heauen then they falle downe to hell by and by In these troubles theyr hertes do faile they are turned rounde And wander lyke men that are droÌ„cke theyr wyttes are nothynge sownde These also cried in theyr dayngers and he brought them from payne He layd the storme and eke the waues and made all caulme agayne Then they reioyce because God hath brought them to quiete reste And set theÌ„ in such an hauen as lyketh theyr herte beste Let them confesse then and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them extolle him in the companye of people And prayse hym emonge the elders when they do assemble For he turneth the rennynge streames into a deserte grounde And dryeth vp the water sprynges where muche water was founde So doeth he turne che fruitfull grownde into barante and drye Because they that do dwell theron do lyue so vitiousely And full of water he causeth the wyldernes to stande And eke great plentie of welsprynges where erste was most drye lande And there he placeth the hongry and such as lacked foode To build a noble citie there and a dwellyng ryght good And that they myght ther tyll corne fieldes and eke great vinyardes plant That myght beare fruite in such plentie that there should be no want Further he doeth them prospere so that they encrease greatly And theyr cattell he saueth so that none of them do dye Yet are they minished also and do somethynge decaye Sore vexed and oppressed of theyr owne rulars I saye For God despyseth the rulars sometyme and that greatly Makynge them wander in desert through whych no waye doeth lye But the pore he preserueth aye out of all miserie And theyr housholdes he handleth as they were shepe truly Which thynges when the good sorte dose they reioyce and be fayne And the wycked haue nought to blame or wherof to complayne Who so therfore is wise let him kepe these thynges in his mynde And consyder what benifites he doeth in the Lorde fynde The .cviij. Psalme MYne herte is made redie to synge O God and eke to playe On instrumentes melodiouse O my glorie I saye My lute and eke myne harppe arise for I wyll wake erlye In the mornynge wyth the daye sprynge my Lorde to magnifie And vnto the wyll I confesse throughout all regions And wyll synge and set forth thy name emonge all nations For thy mercie Lord is so greate that the heauens it doeth passe And thy trueth reacheth to the skye that doeth the earth compasse Be thou more high then heauen O God and let thy maiestie Be hygher then the earth that is vnder thyne imperie And that thyne elect and chosen maye be deliuered By thyne owne powre saue vs and let our request be graunted Because God hath spoken the worde wythin his holy place I wyll wyth ioye diuide Sichem Sucoths vale by passe Gibead and eke Manesses are myne but Ephraim Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme As for Moab is my washe pan on Edom wyll I walke And ouer Palestine wyll I synge and pleasantly talke Who shall leade me into stronge holdes into townes of defence Who shall leade me into Idume full of magnificence Shalt not thou do it O my God whoe dyddest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men wheÌ„ we dyd the warres take O God helpe thou in all distres for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .cix. Psalme O God whom only I do prayse whose name I magnifie Holde the not styll but speake O Lorde and shewe thy selfe therby For the mouth of thy wycked man and the mouth disceythfull Are open agaynste me and talke wyth a tongue right gylefull And wordes that do sprynge of hatered haue compassed me rownde And wythout cause they assault me beate me to the grounde For the loue that I beare to them they are myne enimies And yet do I praye for them all in my moste hertie wyse And for the good I do to theÌ„ they render euell to me So do they hatered for my loue my greate charitie Agaynst suche one O Lorde styr vp the wycked of the lande And let his aduersarie stande styflye at hys ryght hand When he shal be brought to iudgment let hym be founde wicked â–ª And when he prayeth let hym then wyth synne be infected Make hys lyfe dayes fewe and geue hys office to an other Make his children fatherlesse an wydowe theyr mother Let his chyldren wander and begge and seke foed ouer all When they come out of theyr houses that are lykely to fall Let the vsurar bygyle hym of all he doeth possesse And the enmie take all that doeth by hys labour encrease Let ther none chaunce to hym that would take vpon him pitie Ne that woulde worcke a benifite to hys posteritie Let his ofsprynge be in daynger of the destruction And his name haue an ende
of Apostles do praise the So do the number of prophetes that so prayse worthy be The noble armie of martyrs prayse the wyth theyr wytnes And the holy church through the worlde doeth the alwaye confesse They do confesse the father of infinite maiestie Wyth thyne honourable and true sonne whome thou haste onlye The holye goste the confortoure they do also confesse And thou O Christe arte the kyng of glorie that is endlesse Thou arte the euerlastynge sonne of the father certayne Who to deliuer man dydste not the virgynes wombe disdayne When thou hadste ouercome the stynge of death thou dydste open Vnto all faythfull beleuers the kyngdome of heauen Thou sytest at the ryght hande of God in thy fathers glorie And to come thense to iudge thou arte loked for certenly To helpe thy pore seruantes therfore we humbly besech the Whom wyth thy preciouse bloude thou haste redemed and made free Cause thou them to be numbered and had in memorie Wyth thy chosen and holy saynctes in eternall glorie Lorde make thou thyne owne people salfe blesse thyne enheritaunce Gouerne them and set them on hye do them euer aduaunce We do dayly blesse prayse the we prayse thy name I saye From tyme to tyme for euermore from age to age for aye Vouchesafe O Lorde this daye to kepe thy seruantes from all synne To take mercie on vs O Lorde to take mercie begyne Shewe thy mercie on vs O Lorde let it vpon vs be As we haue put our cōfidēce only trust in y◠I haue trusted in the O Lord in the haue I trusted Graunt therfore Lorde that thy seruaūt be neuer confounded Quicumque vult c. Athanatius WHo so wylbe saued muste kepe before all other thynge The Catholycke cōmune fayth that of the trueth doeth sprynge Which fayth vnlesse a man do kepe whole and vndefiled No doubt he shall for euer more perishe and be dampned And the fayth catholycke is this that we worshippe truly One God in three persons the same three in vnitie And that neither confoundynge the persons makynge them one Nor yet diuidyng the substaunce that is but one alone For the father and sonne are two distynct persons in dede And frō thē boeth the holy goste is also diuided Yet of these three persons ther is but one diuinitie Equale glorie in lyke sorte eternal maiestie For loke what one the father is the sonne is of that sorte And right so is the holy goste the authour of conforte The father is in create was neuer made certayne No more was sonne nor holy goste that togither do reygne The father is immense and can neuer be measured So are the sonne holy goste immense not conteyned The father is eternall and had neuer begynynge So are the sonne and holye goste and shall haue no endynge Yet are there not three eternall wyth outen begynnynge But only one eternall God that shall haue no endynge Euen as there be not three vnmade nor three vnmeasured But one God that was neuer made and one vnconteyned In lyke maner the father is euermore almightie So are the sonne and holye goste in theyr diuinitie Yet are ther not three in substaunce that be omnipotent But one only almyghtie God that hath the regiment The father is God and so is his only sōne also Wyth the holy goste yet not three but one God and no moe So is euerie one of them Lorde by hym selfe alone Yet are they not three Lordes I saye they are all three but one For as trueth causeth vs to calle eche persone God and Lorde So to calle thē three goddes or lordes doeth not ther wyth accorde The father hath not bene made nor created of any Neyther be gotte at any tyme the trueth to testifie The only sonne of the father commeth frō hym only Not made neither created but begote eternally And from the father and the sonne the holy goste doeth springe ▪ Not made create neither begote but only procedynge One father and not three therfore we acknowledge to be One sonne and eke one holy goste we cōfesse and not three And in this holy trinitie ther is no thynge in dede That in tyme is more auncient or else that doeth succede There is nothynge greater or lesse but the three persons all Are of lyke tyme and are also emonge them selues equale So that in all poyntes as is sayde boeth one in trinitie And also three muste be worshypt in one sole vnitie Whoso euer therfore wyll be saued eternally ▪ Let not the same fayle for to thyncke thus of the trinitie It is also necessarie vnto saluation That he beleue most stedfastly Christes incarnation The vpright fayth therfore is to beleue and to confesse That our Lorde Iesu Christe goddes sonne is God and man doubtlesse God of hys fathers substaunce and gote ere the worlde began And borne in the worlde he is of his mothers substaūce man He is perfect God in substaunce so is he perfect man Consistynge of a reasonable soule and of flesh humane He is equale wyth hys father touchynge diuinitie ▪ But hys fathers inferiour in hys humanitie Who though he be boeth God and man yet is he neuer twayne But one only Lorde Iesus Christ boeth God and man certayne One not by turnynge the godheade into mans vile nature But by takeynge humanitie vnto the godheade pure In conclusion he is one not by confution Of the substaunce but by the vnitie of the persone For as the reasonable soule and flesh are one man only So is God man but one Christ the trueth to testifie Who suffryng for our health went downe to the sprites infernall And the thyrde daye he rose agayne from emonge dead men all He went vp to heauens and sytteth at his fathers ryght hande Whense he shall come to iudge boeth quicke and deade by sea and lande At whose comeynge all men muste rise agayne in theyr bodies And geue a compt of theyr owne dedes and that in moste strayte wyse And suche as haue done well shall go into lyfe eternall But the euell doars shall into eternall fyer fall This is the commune fayth which muste be firmely beleued Of all suche men as certenly do truste to be saued Glorie be to God the father the sonne and holy goste As hath bene is and eke shal be tyll mynde of tyme be loste FINIS