myne heritage to sée 7 The Lord to blisse I wyll not mysse who gaue me counsayle so My reynes by nyght yet shewd me lyght in thought to God to go 8 In face I set my God so great he alwayes was my marke For strong he standth on my ryght hand how can I fall in darke 9 For helpe thus had my harte was glad my glory ioyed his fill My flesh in graue though earth it haueth yet rest in hope it will 10 For why in hell my soule to dwell thou wilt not leaue it there The holy one corruption to sée thou canst not beare 11 Thou shalt shew mée lyues path 〈◊〉 sée and ioy in thy good sight Thy ryght hand hase all ioyfull grace to stand for aye in might â–ª ¶ The Collecte PReserue O mighty Lorde all them whiche trust in thee graue in our hurtes to fulfill 〈◊〉 holy will that whyle we be recomforted with the ioyfull remembraunce of thy resurrection we may attayne to sitte on thy right hande wyth thy blessed sayntes in ioy euerlasting through Christ c. The Argument Psalme XVII That fayth myght stand the iust man praythfull fayne In vpper hand the iust man praythfull fayne And museth in part thus should be vext in payne That iust in hart thus should be vext in payne 1 HEare thou the right O Lord my might consider my complaynt My lippes be streight and hate deceight geue eare to my constraynt 2 Geue thou assent to myne entent in hand my right to take Let thy good eye my cause discrye for thée my iudge I make 3 My hart thou tridst by nyght thou spâ—dst thou scorndst me nye in déed Thou foundst not yet my fault so great my thought to mouth agréed 4 Mens workes ful nought by them so wrought agaynst thy worde and wyll Made me to marke theyr wayes most darke thy lawes who do but spill 5 O stay my féete of lyfe most méete thy worde to holde the path Least wrong I walke thy truth to balke to slip in thy great wrath 6 O God of all on thée I call for thou my sute wyâ—â— heare Enclyne to mée thy face so frée my wordes in hearyng beare 7 Thy mercies great extend thou yet saue them whych trust in thée From such as stand agaynst thy hand and vayne resisters bée 8 As ball of eye O tenderly kepe me my Lord and kyng And shadow me so close to be hyd vnder thy good wyng 9 Defend me quyte from all the spyte of them that me molest My foes I sée round compasse me my soule to haue opprest 10 So fat and fed they iet so redde in wealth they stand full hye Proud spéeche to séeke euen what they léeke they walke disdaynfully 11 In wayes they wayte to note our gate so set on euery side They bend theyr eyes as crafty spies on ground to cast vs wyde 12 Lyke Lyon slye they priuy lye which gréedy séekth his pray As close it were fierce wolfe or beare or Lyons whelpe they lay 13 For thy renowne ryse cast hym downe destroy hys spyte O God My soule O saue from wycked â—laue who is thy sword and rod. 14 From men so fond that be thy hond O Lord from worldly beast Who make good chere thou filst them here they leaue theyr babes the rest 15 And I shall bold thy face beholde in righteousnes so bryght I shall in déede be satisfide thy glory brought to lyght ¶ The Collecte COnuert the eyes of our faith O dere father to beholde the truth of thy iudgement that when wee be tryed by the spirituall fire of probation we maye haue at the last fruition of thy glorious presence to be satisfied wyth the fruite of thy righteousnes Thorough Christ our Lorde Amen The Argument Psalme XVIII Christ here in this geueth thankes to God aright For hym and his geueth thankes to God aright For that they bee from all vngodly spight Deliuered free from all vngodly spight 1 I Will loue thée most inwardly O Lord my strength thou art Thy mercies all both great and small do comfort much my hart 2 My Lord is hence my rocke and fence my sauyng God I say My myght and shield my trust in field my horne of health my stay 3 The Lorde alwayes most worthy prayes on hym I mynde to call So safe shall I most stedfastly escape myne enemies all 4 The greuousnes of deadly stresse dyd compasse me about The streames of sinne so whelmd me in they troubled me full out 5 The paynes of hell that were so fell dyd me inclose full fast The trappes and snares of deadly cares preuented me in hast 6 In troublous wo I cald vnto my Lord my God in feare To heare my case his will it was my cry euen toucht hys eare 7 The earth did shake for feare did quake the hils theyr bases shooke Remoued they were in place most faire at Gods ryght fearefull looke 8 Darke smoke rose so hys face there fro hys mouth as fire consumde That coales at it were kyndled bryght when he in anger fumde 9 The heauens fullow he made to bowe and downe dyd he ensue And darkenes great was vnder set his féete in clowdy hue 10 He rode on hye and dyd so flye vpon the Cherubins He came in sight and made hys flight vpon the wyng of wyndes 11 His place he set In darkenes great as secret there to byde Wyth cloudes about he set it out wyth waters blacke beside 12 At hys great light of present sight the cloudes past ouer quight As stones of hayle do melt and quayle by coales in fire light 13 The Lord from heauen sent down his leauen and thundred thence in ire He thunder cast in wonders blast wyth hayle and coales of fire 14 With arrow dartes he gald theyr hartes and scatterd them about And forth he bringes hys lightnyngs the Lord destroyd theyr rout 15 When he dyd thret the waters set theyr springes to be dewrayed The blastyng breath of hys great wrath the worldes déepe boâ—tome shewd 16 From heauen aboue his grace and loue to fetche me he dyd send From waters déepe he dyd me kéepe he dyd me strong defend 17 He dyd represse I saw no lesse my foes that strongest be And rid me quite of all theyr spite to strong they were for me 18 They dyd preuent with troublement the day of my great stresse Yet Gods good hand dyd them wythstand preuentyng theyr excesse 19 In libertie he placed mée and led me strayght thereto He brought me out of stresse no doubt hys grace dyd loue me so 20 The Lord dyd thus most gracious my dealyng he aloude He dyd me quite as he in sight me innocent approued 21 For Gods true wayes I kept alwayes Hys law I trustd therto Wyth my Lord God I still abode the wycked do not so 22 I haue an eye hys law to spye from mans tradition Nor hys precept dyd I reiect to my destruction 23 And pure I went wyth true
that noth and hath it waighde how Psalmes by Metre go Can blame no art by rythme so layde nor musike squard therto Thus Bernard swéete in holy rede Christes death reuolued in rythme So Ambrose sage and worthy Bede thought this no shame or cryme And what is verse but rythme to name in Lattine Frenche or Gréeke Our Englishe verse I count the same though all men hit not leke The Psalmist stayde with tuned songe the rage of myndes agast As Dauid did with harpe among to Saule in furye cast With golden stringes such harmonie his harpe so swéete did wrest That he relieud his phrenesie whom wicked sprites possest Both Powle and Iames in their deuise bid Psalmes with voyce to vse In hymnes and songes swéete exercise To God in hart to muse Who tunes and rythms as aske their kyndes to Psalmes can frame I saie The swéete in strength for that he fyndes must beare the bell awaie The singyng man and Poete must with graue deuine concurre As Dauids skill all thrée discust when he his harpe did sturre Depart ye songes lasciuious from lute from harpe depart Geue place to Psalmes most vertuous and solace there your harte Ye songes so nice ye sonnets all of lothly louers layes Ye worke mens myndes but bitter gall by phansies peuishe playes My readers all now must I pray in worth to take my payne I ment but well as well they may meane well and winne some gayne As some beforne the lyke hath playde of Psalmes to pike their choyce And them in ryme so fyne haue layde to sing with musikes voyce Then some in prose most learnedly haue tournd the phrase and worde Some glose haue made full diuersly yet sang in good accorde That some in verse right latenly haue strunged Dauids harpe They haue their laudes most worthely their paynes ought no man carpe Herein because all mens delight bene diuerse founde in mynde I tournd the Psalmes all whole in sight in rythmes of diuers kynde And where at first I secret ment but them my selfe to sing Yet frendes requestes made me relent thus them abrode to bring Expresse his pen in exercise who list he may that can By this is wrought no preiudice I trust to God or man Uerse cleare to frame was first pretence I followed Hierome next Third Chaldey glose fourth seuentie sence rythme tyme were fift and sext So Uatablus and Pellicane in truth were not reiecte Nor Munster yet or Pagnyne playne in tonges were fled for secte From Ludolfe that Carthusian the collect most deryueth No prayse pardy to any man to hide by whom he thriueth Who more will searche how here it goes let him the Hebrew trye Where wordes were skant with texts or glose that want I did supplye And that in some reportes be found and wordes as spare put to They may be lest the sence yet sound though Metre varyth so If some be blamde to rythme to thicke transpose the wordes ye may The lesse by right may Momus kicke the beame so soone away If some will carpe so light a warke graue Psalmes in rythmes displayde Let Michol heare before the arke how Dauid daunced and playde Where sences straunge oft diuersly be séene in writers skill I did yet pen my fantasie let others do their will Presuming not yet thus in sight as I could this do best My Lute was set in whole delight these tunes deuine to wrest And yet good frende beare thou with mée though wordes be straynd among The verse and phrase forst breuitie I sude yet sence most strong Require not heere great difference In wordes so ofte the same Although to féele great violence I might not chaunge the name Conceyue in hart no griefe to sore wordes olde so ofte to vewe Thy gayne therby is wrought the more though wordes be neuer newe How can we féele sacietie in fourmes of godly speache The soule which féelth aduersitie loues playnes health to seache Among gay wordes that hart were séene therto she bendeth first She doth not gase on bushe so gréene or suckth the post for thirst Right path of truth most earnestly God graunt we holde in worde To lyue co God vnfeinedly In hart with one accorde Us song should moue as sprite therby might tunes in concorde sing God graunt these Psalmes might edifie that is the chiefest thing So els if time should reason rule and senses brute haue will To fleshly lust might voyce recule and soule bide barren still No pastime vayne to sing in voyce or thus to set in rythme Repyne not frende at this my choyce vouch saue my restfull tyme. Uerse harde in mouth while oft I chowde I spied therin no wast Cleare sent to mynde more swéetely flowde earst thus not felt in tast Nor yet of this I do repent sith thus my hart I easde Iudge Reader well my good entent so thinke that God be pleasde All shrewd to iudge thy neighbours cause may thée the lyke befall Euen feare thou God and kepe his lawes now this is ende of all Athanasius in Psalmos I Do not a little meruel at and commende thy constant purpose in Christe trende Marcellyne not onelye for that thou doost so valiantly beare this present aduersitie wherin thou hast suffered right many paynefull displesures as for that thou hast not cast of renounced thy continuall study for when I enquired of the bearer of thy letters how thou spētst thy lyfe after thy sicknes I vnderstoode plainly that thou wholy appliest all thy diligence to holy scripture but more specially to the booke of the psalmes labouring with thy selfe to this ende that thou mightest comprehende the secret hidden sence of euerye psalme for which thing I must loue thee so much the more for that I my selfe beare so great affection toward that booke as to none almost so muche in all the whole Scripture the rather so enflamed therunto by the perswasion of that auntient olde Father Philoponus who once in a learned discourse that he vouchsaued to make vnto me made euident demonstration that whatsoeuer was conteyned abroade in the whole Scripture was fullye reported in the Psalter booke So that the matter of the v. bookes of Moses the substaunce of the iij. bookes following the bookes of the kinges with their supplementes all the mysteries of Christ of the vocation of the Gentiles which were treated by the Prophets in their bookes seuerally The bokes of the Psalmes beyng wel resembled to a pleasant garden of all deliciousnes did vniuersally by Metre expresse them all by playing them as it were sweetely vpon musicall instrumentes In whiche his conference he also noted that the booke of the Psalmes had this peculiar grace and obseruation chieflye by it selfe that beside other matters by which it hath an agreable proportion and fellowship with other bookes of the scriptures it hath this in a maruelous consideration proper to himself alone sayth he that it cōteyneth the motions the mutations the alterations of euery mans hart and
lowde and shirle made of ten stringes which were touched with the one end of the wrest Nabla was of xij stringes and tunes and was playde on with the fingers There were also Cymbals of brasse both large and broade Eusebius li. 2. cap. 16.17 in hist. ecclesiastica PHilo an Hebrewe borne who as reporte goeth came to Rome in Emperour Claudius daies and saw Peter the Apostle and was his auditor hearyng the doctrine he preached amonge other thinges that he wrate of the christian sect sayth thus The christen people haue in all places of their assemblies houses dedicated wholye to prayer into the which they resorte aparte by themselfe and there vse to haue their mysteries ministred in most honest and chast life wherein they bring nothing that serue for eating drinking or for any other corporall necessitie of the body but onely the bookes of Gods lawe and of the Prophetes and hymnes made to God and such like things as these be by which discipline vertuous exercise they be together edified so by daily continual diligence they attaine to very perfect life Furthermore they do not onely vnderstand the auntient hymnes of their Elders ▪ but they themselues deuise newe to Gods honour whiche they sing with all kinde of graue numbers and rythmes in a comely honest maner and with sweete harmonie And furthermore Philo saith our hymnes are so song with vs that where one as Chanter singeth before one verse orderly and comely by obseruing the certentie of his numbers all the multitude beside secretlye geuyng eare vnto him at the laste syng together the latter partes of the hymnes Eusebius lib. 3. cap. 33. in hist. eccl PLinius the second who bare office in a certen prouince vnder Traiane the Emperour perceyuing how frō day to day were slaine great numbers of the christian people being much moued at the slaughter of them reported to the sayde Emperour that thousandes of people almost innumerable were daily put to death in whome was spyed no crime at any tyme done or committed nor any thing els contrary to the Romaine lawes sauing this onely that they vsed to sing before day to one Christ as to a God their morning hymnes But as for adulteries and such other crimes they vtterly abhord and kept themselues clere from them and liued otherwise customably after the common lawes Traiane the Emperour by this mans aduertisement made decree by authoritie of his rescript that the Christians shoulde no more be serched for and except that any of them offred themselues els not to be punished Hieronimus in prologo galeato CErtaine Psalmes as the 36.110.111.114 the 144. although they be writen and composed in diuers Metres neuerthelesse they bee interlaced wyth the Alphabet letters of all one number Eusebius de prepara euange lib. 11. ca. 3. WHo had the perfect skill of the Hebrues tonge should perceiue that they had among them many right eloquent oratours for they haue verses and Poesies made by moste exquisite arte and cunning as that great Canticle of Moses the 118. Psalme of Dauid be composed in Heroicall Metre which is called verse Exametre They haue also such other as well trimetres and tetrametres which as concerning the composition of them be deuised moste eloquently substantially and pleasantly and as concerning the sence and matter of them no mans writing is to be compared with them for in them are expressed gods wordes and wordes of mere truth where in be conteyned godly doctrine knowledge of notable thinges and wholesome conclusions Idem Eusebius lib. 12. ca. 14. PLato that deuine Philosoper iudged that Metres ought to be sung for sayth he disciplines be fit for education and bringyng vp of Children to traine them to a right life lawful conuersatiō To the entent therfore that childrens myndes might follow the lawe that therwith they should both ioy mourne let them learne Metres and songes and let them sing oft such Wherein be conteyned the commendations and condēnations of such things which the lawes commend and condemne because the tender wittes and yeares of children can not comprise the reason of vertue they be well prepared therto by play and song Not without good skill therfore doo we Christian men vse that children doo learne the the canticles of the Prophetes Necessarie it were as the saide Plato affirmeth that Poetes who be inuenters of such Meters were forced by lawe that in their verses when they be describing a blessed man in felicitie to praise none other for such but him that is a good man modest rightfull in his doyng whether he be little or great riche or poore And that whosoeuer were a wrong doer to call him miser thoughe he were richer then Cresus or Mydas Let these Poetes therfore call no man a blessed man excepte he come by these goodes which be so called of the vulgar people both rightfully and also rightfully dispend the same And suche matters beyng compiled in their rythmes and verses were good for the youth to learne As Dauid inspierd with the grace of gods holy sprite so described a blessed man in his Odys and songes longe before these dayes teaching who is truely a blessed man and who is contrary In the beginning of his Psalter saying Blessed is that man whiche walketh not in the counsayles of wicked men c. And furthermore writeth Plato that it is a grace specially belonging to God himselfe or to some perfect man chosen by him well to vse rythmes verses and therefore it were good that there were diligent law prouided for them that they should haue no other respect but to set out vertue to which ende all Musike shoulde be applied As it was so prouided among the Hebrues who were restrained from receyuing any other hymnes and songs then such as were composed by the Prophetes who were inspired by the holy ghost Furthermore I graunt to Plato in this thing which is commonly spoken that delectation plesant satisfieng of the eare is iudge to musike But I say that is best musike which delighteth good men learned men specially such as excell others in vertue And therfore vertue must bee iudge in this case specially fortitude and prudence and not Musike to be estemed good by the allowance of the rude people which be led and blinded with ignoraunce and wyth cowardly base affections For so among the Iewes of olde time the iudgement of diuine songes was not permitted to the multitude but some there were thogh thei were but a few which iudged these things by diuine inspiration who had the authoritie to consecrate as I might say and to approue the bookes of the Prophetes as also to disalowe and to reiect suche as they thought disagreable from Gods holy spirite Basilius in concione ad adolescentes TImotheus the Musitiō so excelled in that arte and facultie that he coulde stirre vp a mannes mynde to anger by his roughe and sower harmonie could
power 21 O kepe in awe the Lyons iawe saue me from them that byte From all the hornes of Unicornes protect me Lord of myght 22 Thy power and name I shall declame to all my bretherne met Glad wyll I rayse in church thy prayse in congregation set 23 The Lord who fearth with lawds draw nere all Iacobs séede hym prayse Feare ye hym well all Israell hym magnify alwayes 24 He wyll aduise and not despise the poore for low degrée He hydth no face in tyme and place my prayer heard hath hée 25 I purpose mée to speake of thée in church thy prayse to sprede My vowes so plight in iust mens fight I will perfourme in dede 26 The méeke his brede shall eate full fed and prayse the Lord all day For God who séekth hys prayse he kéepth theyr hart shall lyue for aye 27 The world so brode will turne to God whyle thys they call to hart Before hys face all folke in place shall honour hym impart 28 All kyngdomes stand to God as bond theyr trybes and kynredes eke And them in raigne he shall retayne all quarters them to seke 29 The fat shall fede and serue in drede they all shall worshyp ryfe Yea dead men all to hym shall fall who gaue theyr soules no lyfe 30 My séede and bloud thys Lord so good shall serue in worship frée And thus my stocke as God hys flocke shall iust reputed bée 31 They shall procéede to shew in déede to people thence to come Gods iustice great from heauenly seat what he to them hath done ¶ The Collecte O God the heade and fountayne of all grace mercye which for our sake diddest descende into the wombe of the Virgine was fastened to a tree pierced through in thy handes and feete thy garmentes parted by lottes and yet after all this done thou dydst gloriously ryse agayne from death We beseche thee so to beare in mynde this thy humayne conuersation among men that thou mayst be alway to them which put theyr trust in thee a mercifull deliuerer who lyuest and raignest one God wyth the father the holy ghost for euer in perpetuall felicitie Amen ¶ The Argument Psalme XXIII The Christen man how God his lyfe doth guide Confesse he can how God his lyfe doth guide With meat so good from death his soule to hide of heauenly foode from death his soule to hide 1 THe Lord so good who geueth me food my shepeheard is and guide How can I want or suffer scant whan he defendth my side 2 To féede my néede he will me lead in pastures gréene and fat He forth brought me in libertie to waters delicate 3 My soule and hart he did conuert to me he sheweth the path Of rightwisenes in holines his name such vertue hath 4 Yea though I go through death hys wo his vaale and shadow wyde I feare no dart wyth me thou art wyth staffe and rod to guide 5 Thou shalt prouyde a table wyde for me agaynst theyr spite With oyle my head thou hast bespred my cup is fully dight 6 Thy goodnes yet and mercy great will kepe me all my dayes In house to dwell in rest full well wyth God I hope alwayes The Collecte LEade vs O Lorde by the rules of thy comfortable preceptes that when we haue optaynd the habitation of thy euerlasting mansion we may be fully satisfied with the cup of ioyful eternitie through Christ our Lord. c. ¶ The Argument Psalme XXIIII Of Christ to come his raigne this psalme doth preach All whole in summe his raigne this psalme doth preach How God will bee the letter this doth teach In temple free the letter this doth teach 1 THe earth it is the Lordes of blisse wyth all the garnishyng The world so round he hath it found and all that dwell therin 2 This earth he cast on seas so fast as ouer them to stand And floudes he made for corne and blade and eke to part the land 3 Up who shall stye on hill so hye where resteth thys Lord of grace Or who shall ryse in restfull wyse to that his holy place 4 Euen he whose hand and hart doth stand in cleannes innocent Who sought no gayne in fansies vayne nor othe hath falsly ment 5 He shall posses in stablenes the Lordes swéete blessednes Hys God of health from euen hymselfe shall send hym righteousnes 6 And these be they which séeke alway in stocke theyr God in déede Euen truely they who seke I say the God of Iacobs séede 7 Lift vp your gates you heades and states ye lastyng dores aryse In at this house kyng glorious wyll enter princely wyse 8 What is this kyng thus enteryng wyth glory thus beset The Lord is hée full strong to sée a Lord in battayle great 9 Arise I say thou temple gay though I thée cannot builde Yet ioyth my sprite that God of might hys arke shall be thy shield 10 What is thys king desiering wyth glory thus to raigne The Lorde of hostes of glory most the kyng and soueraigne ¶ The Collecte EVerliuyng God the fourmer and maker of the worlde to whome the whole ornament thereof is seruiceable and subiect we praye thee to restore vs to the innocency of lyfe â—hat we may be able to folow thy steppes vp into holy mount where thou raignest for euer almighty God in maiesty through Christ. The Argument Psalme XXV This cry and call as supplication graue Is Generall as supplication graue It doth confesse and pardon craueth to haue Done wickednes and pardon craueth to haue 1 O Lord to thée my soule to flée is set my God thou art I whole referre my lyfe most nare to thée wyth all my hart 2 My God of fence my confidence on thée was alway borne O let no shame confound my name my foes els will me scorne 3 Who trustth in thée ashamd to bée can neuer man it spye Who breake thy lawes without a cause confounded let them lye 4 Shew me thy wayes O Lord alwayes of truth me teach the path Thy word and way is certayne stay for that all vertue hath 5 In truth me lead teach me thy read my God of health thou art My trust doth lay in thée all day to thée is bent my hart 6 Call thou to mynde O Lord full kynde thy louyng mercies olde Thy bounties frée which euer bée as fathers them haue tolde 7 Of youth my faut so great and haut such sinne O Lord forget For mercy sake O Lord awake thy mynd vpon me set 8 Both gratious and righteous the Lord is equall so He teachth wyth rod yet louyng God by giftes he teachth also 9 Who méeke abyde them he will guide in iudgement good and ryght And whome we sée most gentle bée his wayes he teachth them lyght 10 The wayes of God be large and brode both truth and mercy iust Euen still to such as loueth much his hestes and couenauntes trust 11 For thy names
this my Lord He was my helpe so trustelie Let méeke men heare wyth one accorde Let wofull men ioye willingly That God hath done so louingly From whom all grace doth downe distill Geue thankes I will 3 Prayse ye the Lorde wyth hart and voyce With me ye sée hys gentlenes Together come let vs reioyce To laude hys name in faythfulnes Lyke ayde to you he wyll expresse To kéepe from you all troublous ill Geue thankes I will 4 I sought the Lord he sent me ease He hard my griefe and all my payne He pluckt me forth of all disease That deadly gript my hart the vayne He rid my feare he turnd agayne For I hym sought with all my skill Geue thankes I will 5 I fledde to hym and sawe his light Who eye did cast to his good grace All lightened were with visage bright Confounded not were they in face No payne no spite could them disgrace God them defendes none can them spill Geue thankes I will 6 God hard my crye as sweete incense I poore man lo felt this in part He geueth all blisse he quith offence He bade all wo from me depart Of troublous paine to quench the dart Right sone he did his worde fulfill Geue thankes I will 7 Gods host stode by to strength my fight For angels power most glorious About the iust lie strong in myght To make hym goe victorious To scape theyr foes so quarilous Hys power in grace endureth still Geue thankes I wil. 8 O taste and sée he none forsakth Gods goodnes smelleth most fragrantly To whom who wyll themselfe betake O blest they go ryght happelie Who trust in hym assuredlie To them all helpe shall downe distill Geue thankes I will 9 O feare the Lord in childelie feare Ye saintes of hys in holines Serue hym in truth your hartes him beare For who hym dredth in singlenes Can féele no want in baronnes No hurt no harme nor other ill Geue thankes I will 10 The Lyons lacke in hunger fret The ryche I meane and gluttons vayne To seke theyr pray though they be set No foode wyth rest can they obtayne Who séekes the Lord shall misse no gayne Of all mens néede he hath the skill Geue thankes I wil. 11 I saylde full sure the seas at length Ye children come and heare the case I wyll you teach Gods feare and strength By that I scapte so doubtfull place For God me kept in all my race From all theyr hate which would me spill Geue thankes I will 12 Swéete lyfe is good it makth men glad Who loueth it well wyth all hys hart He shall not néede to be adrad From dayes eterne who would not start Kéepe ye hys tong from ouerthwart And all good wordes let hym fulfill Geue thankes I wyll 13 Fast truthfull worde confoundth all blame Inure thy tong in truth to lose Truth may be shent yet feare no shame Forbeare all wordes opprobrious All craft all curse most odious For God of myght wyll strength thée still Geue thankes I will 14 Flée euill do good and haue good rest Olde Adam kill thou formerlie So Adam newe wyll follow best Then séeke thou peace most busilie But it ensue most earnestly For peace from God doth full distill Geue thankes I wyll 15 God séeth the iust in prouidence Hys eyes them marke in tendernes He them relieueth in indigens Hys eares he bendes in redines When they do pray in carefulnes He heares theyr voyce that worke none ill Geue thankes I wyll 16 God hateth the proude and them beshenth With irefull face to daunt theyr brayne Hys vysage grim on them is bent Theyr gay renowne he wyll distayne Whych aye to lyue they would so fayne Where they reiect all truth and skill Geue thankes I wyll 17 The iust opprest to God they cryed He heard them soone in tyme and place In stresse and néede he them espyed Wyth all defence he them dyd brace To make them safe he hyed hys pace For ryghtfull men no spyte can spyll Geue thankes I wyll 18 God loueth the méeke theyr ghostes be swéete To them soft sprites he doth impart Wyth faythfull teares who here doth gréete He wyll them ease of all theyr smarte To scape their foes theyr spytefull arte Who would theyr wrecke on them fulfill Geue thankes I will 19 The iust felt payne they yet indurde In woes though wrapt all dolorous Great gayne to them is death assured God them so stayeth most meruelous They ioye in lyfe most troubelous The rage therof to quenche and still Geue thankes I wyll 20 The iust be strong they neuer quayle Theyr bones in strength kept totallie Theyr constant hartes can neuer fayle Theyr heyres be numbred seuerallie No bone to breake can possiblie Such helpe from God doth most distill Geue thankes I wyll 21 The euill dyeth euyll to death full loth To late he spyeth hys wyckednes He must feare death that hated troth He must for swéete féele bitternes He harmde the iust he sinnd no lesse As euill he lyued so dyeth he ill Geue thankes I wyll 22 Thanke thou the Lord who kéepes thée still All helpe from hym doth ay distill Poore soules he ridde from bondage ill Of wo and thrall none shall haue skill Whych trust in hym nought shall them spill O then hys prayse looke ye fulfill Geue thankes I wyll ¶ The Argument Psalme XXXV Christ prayth in this for recompence his foes to reape agayne theyr part So man for wrong done hym agens doth yet no spite in hatefull hart 1 PLead thou O Lord my ryghtfull case O iudge thy selfe my hurtfull foes Oppugne thou them in open face which me all day impugne to lose 2 Lay hand O Lord vpon the sworde and eke take so the buckler to Stand vp to helpe in thy good worde to kéepe from me my wrathfull fo 3 Bryng forth the speare and stop the way of them so fierce which me would harme To my poore soule good Lord oh say I am thy health and stable arme 4 Let them be driuen and put to shame that séeke by craft my soule to spill Put them abacke to shamefull name that me wyth griefe would deadly fill 5 Make them to bée as dust we sée before the wynde so lightly blowne In hast let Gods swift aungel nie them dryue in chase wyth power knowne 6 Make way to them all slippery let it to them be blynd and darke Gods aungel so mought dryue them by to féele thy myght and handy warke 7 For they close net and snare haue layd euen causeles me to kil and stroy Yea causles sure euen as I sayd my soule in pit and graue to cloy 8 Let sodayne wo take hym vnware hys crafty net hymselfe to trap Let mischiefe fall wyth payne and care ryght soone into hys onely lap 9 My soule I say I bid thée leape wyth ioye all glad in thys thy Lord It shall no doubt hys health so reape that ioy he shall alway recorde 10 My
bones so broosde shall say O Lord who may in strength to thée be lyke Which sauest the poore from tyrantes swords from irefull spoylyng hym to kéepe 11 False witnes soone at me dyd ryse in wyckednes most hasty whote Of me they spurde of thynges full nyse that I knew not at all God wot 12 They dyd vnkynd reward me euill for good to them I frendly wrought To greue my soule it was theyr wyll to bryng my lyfe and dayes to nought 13 But yet I say when they were sicke in sacke cloth then I wept and mournd My soule wyth fast I humbled meke my prayer to me eftsoones retournd 14 I wept and waylde as dearest frende as any brother that they had As childe for mother doth by kynde in blacke aray I was all clad 15 But they agayne in my great euill they floct on heapes and dyd reioyce Most abiectes cam and mockt me still and I not ware in spitefull noyce 16 Wyth such lewd slaues so vyle to sée to them were scorners ioyntly knit Theyr téeth they gnast and grynd on mée as peysant mockers was be fit 17 When wylt thou set O Lord thy sight on thys my payne I dayly beare O Lord ryd me from all theyr spite from Lyons whelpes defend my deare 18 My thankes therfore I will extend when folke in place be met so most In companies as due to sende all prayse to thée in euery cost 19 Let not my foes in ire at me reioyce in quarell falsly styll For gyltles they hate me to frée wyth wynkyng eyes they mocke theyr fill 20 For why no peace in truth they speake but all do rage agaynst the meke Good men on earth they wyshe to wreke for thys in craft and guile they séeke 21 Theyr face and mouth they haue disfort at me they cry wyth fie and fie Our eye hath séene they say a sport that we wyth ryght may hym defie 22 O Lord my God this hast thou séene be not at this to dumme and still In thée thou knowst my trust hath béene depart not far from me in will 23 Ryse vp and wake in hast I say to iudge my cause in open syght My Lord and God thou canst them fray aduenge thou soone my quarell ryght 24 Oh iudge my cause as thou art wont in equall iustice Lord of thyne O Lord my God least in this bront my foes reioyce to much in fyne 25 Refrayne in tonge them thus to say there there we sée for vs inough Let them not say O Lord I pray we haue hym surely swalowd now 26 Let them féele shame and blame at full which ioye and laugh at my distresse At me who brag and boast that wull let shame and spyte them fully presse 27 Let them euen so in ioy be glad that wyshe to sée my ryght redrest To God for aye let thankes be had who wylth so kynd hys seruants rest 28 My tonge then thus shall lowd rebound thy prayse O Lord and iustice eke All day I will in perfect sound thy laude tell iust euen wéeke by wéeke ¶ The Collecte EVerlyuing God the health the stay and refuge of our soules we beseche thee to couer and arme vs wyth the helmet of hope and wyth the buckler of inuincible faythe so that we may feele thy helpe in all causes of our necessities at lengthe to be replenished wyth ioy and gladnes to magnifie thy goodnes in the churche and congregation of ryghteous christen mē and that all our lyfe long thorough Iesus Christ our Lorde c. ¶ The Argument Psalme XXXVI Here wycked mens delite Is paynted what it is But blyndenes deepe in open sight In vertue whole remisse 1 IN mydst of euill mans hart Hys sinne hath blynd hym so Gods feare all whole is set a part From both hys eyes ago 2 For he himselfe doth glose In hys bewitched eyes Tyll God his sinne so foule disclose Most worthy hate to ryse 3 Hys wordes of mouth be nought And kepes much guile in store To cease he biddeth hys hart and thought To worke by vertues lore 4 Shrewd turnes in irefull mood He most in bed doth muse He hold on wayes not truely good No euill déede he refuseth 5 Thy mercy Lord in heauen Yet ouer all doth spread Thy faythfull truth is daily séene The cloudes to reache in bread 6 Thy iustice Lord we sée As mountaynes ferme to rest Thy iudgements hye O secret bée Thou shalt saue man and beast 7 How worthy Lord most iust Excelth thy grace benigne As Adams flocke shall firmely trust In fence of thy good wynge 8 Of thy fat houshold store As drunken shall they bée And drinke at néede them shalt thou poure Of pleasures welles most frée 9 For thou hast well of lyfe With thée all health aboundth And Lord in thy bryght lyght so ryfe Of vs shall lyght be found 10 O draw thy mercy neare To them which loue thée then And let thy grace O Lord appeare To rightfull harted men 11 And let no foote of pryde Approche me hawtely Nor wicked hand in hate beside To moue me wretchedly 12 These workers vayne of euill In theyr owne turne be cast Repulse they haue in croked will From footyng be they past ¶ The Collecte PVrifie our hartes with thy heauenly light O mercifull God which art originall fountayne of euerlasting lyght that we maye bee fullye replenished wyth the plenteous grace of thy sweete house so to eschue all wyckednes and crafte to treade vnder our foote the vauntyng furies wherewith the men of this worlde bee caried by Sathan the Prince of the same graunt this for thy beloued sonnes sake Christe oure Lorde to whome wyth thee and the holy ghost be all honour worlde wythout ende The Argument Psalme XXXVI Here haue ye paynted beforne your eyes tweyne The restles witte of the fell wycked wyght How he careth and carkth for his lytheir gayne How he flotth aloft in hye power and myght And setth God and his hallowes all in despyte Whose cursed steps the iust makth his orison In lyfe not to tread to hys confusion MUsing vpon the variable busines That thys troubly world haunth by sea lande My hart geueth me that sinne and wyckednes Suggestth to the wycked that he may stand ▪ Wythout any feare safely of Gods hand For no feare of hym is in all hys sight Of Gods law he is bereaued the shyning lyght 2 Me fel to mynd that he wonted thus to go To flatter aye hymselfe in his own sight For sinne the venom did enchaunt hym so That in it he hase his whole delyte And thynkth in hart that all is aright But God will spye out his sinne abominable Though to the world it hath visour commendable 3 Busily in mynd I gan to reuolue His words vnrighteous and craftely layd All truth and Iustice of God to dissolue But mere deceit in hipocrisye wayghed And would not be controld of that he sayd To learne of any man he
did disdayne How the very right way he mought attayne 4 I noted eke so by night what he thought When Gods men vsen to recount their trespas â–ª But his head in his bed all mischiefe sought Imagening all goodnes to deface To banyshe all truth and that to disgrace In no godly way set was his busy brayne For all wicked wayes he toke for hys gayne 5 The wicked thus heaping his sinne on hyâ— Where by desert he might be forsake How meruelous O Lord is than thy mercy That from this world thy care thou dost not take Hye vp to heauen and clouds his course doth it make All men to féede both good and eke the bad Such faythfulnes euer thy promyse haue had 6 Thy prouidence O God most meruelous To all men mortall is inscrutable More stable and hye then mountaynes hideous More déepe then sea botomles vnsearcheable Be thy secret iudgements insuperable For not man only of thy power doth tast But brute beasts of thée also hath their repast 7 Man might muse much O God this to expeÌ„d But what earthly man could this matter tell How thou by thy hand doost all things defend In what bounty thy mercy doth excell How profound eke thou art in thy counsell Well Adams childern may well in thée trust Under thy good wings to be shadowed iust 8 Who wil thy blessed word trust in faith sure They shal be filled with all plenteousnes For thy store house is full of all pleasure For thou geuest them to tast of thy sprits goodnes Whose swete welles they shall drynke by thy larges From whose bellyes shall lyuely water spring Others to refreshe to thy gloryfyeng 9 For with the only be these welles of lyfe Of frayle men spring but podels of myre From whom sourdeth errour croked strife In the only is that we can require Both lyght truth and lyfe to fill our desire For in thy lyght truely lyght must we sée Or els in all darkenes wrapt shall we dée 10 Thy gentle goodnes O Lord impart To such as faythfully thy word do kepe Who know thée both wyse merciful in hart That from day to day they may thy face seke For they to thée beare aright their hartes meke Thy righteousnes they know thy iudgements Thy holy worde eke thy commaundementes 11 Since than the meke of hart be so at ease And proude be out of fauour all exilde Kepe me O Lord from pride their foule disease For they haue both thée and thy worde reuylde Let not my foote be in theyr steps begylde Kepe away from my soule their violence That they lay no hand vpon my pacience 12 Thus depe musing with my selfe in a trance Callyng to mynde the endes of good and bad Though they tweine here lead a life in distance How the bad for hys myrth shall once be sad And the good for theyr woe shall once be glad How the nought shal be cast on the worse hand then déemd I in fine that truth shal sure stand ¶ The Argument Psalme XXXVI Here playne do ye see how the earthly man All sinne do commit in his hart that he can No loue can him moue of the Lord for to see No feare can him stay from hys errour to flee 1 THe wycked in hart as I gesse is he bent All sinfull abuse in hys lyfe to frequent Of God hath he not any feare in hys eyes So wilfull he goes in hys awkly deuyse 2 For blyndly he vseth for to flatter himselfe So pride hath hym puft by his waltering wealth Untyll that his sinne so behated of God Found out by his search be dewrayed by his rod. 3 The wordes of hys mouth be vnrightfully wayed In sleyghty deceyt be they craftely layed Quyte ceased he hath to behaue hym aryght Good déed for to do hath he driuen from hys syght 4 All mischiefe he dreames to deuise in his bed From godly desertes hath he turned hys hed No way that is good hath he â—leaued vnto No euill can he hats but in it doth he go 5 Thy mercy O Lord to the heauen doth ascend Styll hym to abide so to make hym amend Thy faythfulnes eke to the cloudes doth amount Though graceles he be not hys lyfe to recount 6 Thy righteousnes standeth like the mountayns on hye Most stable it is how so vaynly he lye Thy Iustice in domes to the déepes be they lyke Frayle man with the beast with thy helth for to séeke â–ª 7 How wondrous O God is thy pityfull hart Thus man to relieue in hys lyfe ouerthwart More suerly trust may the chyldren of men Thy wynges shall them kéepe as her birdes doth yâ— hen 8 Full fed shall they be by thy plenteous store Thy grace is so large to thy prayse euermore Swéete drinke shall they haue by thy deinty repast As floudes do â–ª we sée fro the sprynges to be cast 9 For truly with thée is the fountayne of lyfe All vertue in whom may we spye to be rife No doubt in thy light shall we light euer sée And blynd shall we be if we vary fro thée 10 Continue to them O thy fatherly grace Who knowe thy renome who thy bounty embrace To them do we craue so thy iustice impart Who serue thée aright in a purified hart 11 One bone for my selfe do I hartely pray No foote of the proud that against me he laye And let not the hand of the wickedly wight Confound me by sleight â–ª so to vanguyshe my might 12 Euen there are they fallen in their crafty deuise These workers of euyll be they neuer so nyse And cast be they downe by thy powerfull hand Not able to ryse neuer able to stand The Argument Psalme XXXVII Here taught we be our selfe in hart to hang of God That we deny our selfe in hart to hang of God How good shall well at last in state haue their abode And euill shall euill at last in state haue their abode 1 ENsue thou not men obstinate Ne fret in hart ne stryue wyth them Enuy thou nat theyr wycked state A tyme but short to row the streme 2 For soone as hay they shall away as witherd grasse cut downe I say So swiftly fade as herbe the blade how gréene and fresh so euer it lay 3 Trust thou the Lord hold fast hys worde be doyng still good righteous déede Dwell thou in land hold still thy hand in truth and rest thy fayth to féede 4 Thus thy delyte shall God be ryght to hym than set thyne eare and hart What mynde can craue or wyshe to haue God wyll it iust ryght soone impart 5 Commit thy way thy state and stay to Gods most strong all louyng grace Trust hym in fayth for what he sayth he bringth it well to redy passe 6 He will expresse thy ryghteousnes at length of tyme as sunne so bryght And will endue thy iudgement true wyth lyght as noone doth shyne in sight 7 Be still in God abyde hys rod let
agayne So be it aye of men so well wyth twise at ende Amen Amen The Collecte MOst gentle remitter of sinne almighty God who louingly shewest the way to escape all daungers to such as be mercifull to theyr brethren in their neecssities we beseche thee to ease our diseases that where thou doost chastise our carnall offences yet wyth mercy graunt vs health of soule through Christ. ¶ The ende of the first booke Here beginneth the second booke of Psalme ▪ The Argument Psalme XLII As Christ the Lord for hym and hys In trust did pray in paynfull stresse So man euen like as did his head May iust the same in worde expresse 1 EUen lyke in chase the hunted Hynde the water brookes doth glad desire Euen thus my soule that faintie is to thée my God would fayne aspire 2 My wery soule dyd thyrst to God To God the fount of lyfe and grace It sayd euen thus when shall I come To sée at eye Gods liuely face 3 My teares in stede of foode and meate Both day and nyght to me they were Whyle that all day rebukers sayd Where is thy God fro thée so far 4 When this O Lord came soone to hart I yet therin recomfort felt And trust to lead the people forth to go full glad where thou hast dwelt 5 To ioy in hart and voyce of myrth Wyth laudes thankes most due alway Among thy folke when that they kepe So hye in sight theyr holy day 5 Why castes thy selfe than flatly downe My fainty soule I sayd no lesse Why layest in me so painfully In greuous wo and carefulnes Put thou thy trust and hope in God Let earthly thyng not thée amase I wyll hym thanke for all his helpe In sight most sure of hys good grace 6 My God my soule is dayly vext Wyth inward paynes pangs so thrill I mynde thy workes ▪ in Iordan yet so done by thée next Hermon hill 7 As déepe profound to déepe reboundth at dreadfull noyce of thy great showers Thy streames by course so ouerflowes My soule alasse the payne deuoures 8 But God yet will commaund the day To shyne most clere me grace to sée My night of wo shall prayse hym than Who kept yet lyfe to byde in mée 9 Thou art my strength alone O God I myght therby than playne in wo Why hast me thus forgot so quyte So sad to go for mortall fo 10 It pierceth my bones as sharpe as sword To heare my foes in cruell spyte They daily thus at me vpbreyde Where is become thy God of myght 11 Why art thou then I say my soule So vext wyth griefe and prostrate so Why makest in me so much a do Where God is frende in all thy wo. 12 O put thy hope I byd in God I trust therto in tyme and place He is my God whom I wyll thanke My face shall sée hys helpyng grace ¶ The Collecte O Lord which art the onelye chearer of mans conscience and countenance wyth the aspect of thy face which the soules of thy faythfull seruauntes do long to beholde We beseche thee that whyle we seke thy fauour by the manifold teares of our compuncte myndes we may be watred wyth the heauenly showers of thy grace to place thee within the tabernacle of our hartes Through c. The Argument Psalme XLIII For Saule hys wrong among Philistians Prayd Dauid strong among Philistians The poore euen so may thus theyr cry auance To God in wo. may thus theyr cry auance 1 O God eterne as iudge discerne my cause from folkes vncleane And ryd me so from man that go in vyce and guyle doth meane 2 My God of myght thou art of ryght Why hast vs dryuen from thée Whyle thus go I so mournfully at mens hostilitie 3 Send out thy lyght and truth to sight to leade and guyde my way To sée thy place thy hyll of grace where thou doost rest all day 4 That I may go Gods aulters to to thée my God euen tyll To thée my ioye my God and roye wyth harpe thée thanke I wyll 5 My soule so dull why art so full of griefe and heauines Why standst agast as helpe were past such thoughtes why doost impresse Put all thy trust in God most iust I wyll hym thankes extende He shewth me grace euen nye at face as God all health he sendth ¶ The Collecte WE call vpon thee wyth most harty supplication O God which art the eternall fountayne of all light shyne on vs the glorious lyght of thy truth whyle we here trauayle in thys world to be illimited wyth the beames of euerlasting lyght of glory in the worlde to come through c. The Argument Psalme XLIII Poore Dauid prest by tyranny Of wilfull Saule who could not blin For his blacke garde to search hym nye Prayth thus to God his helpe to winne And wysheth that he his cause would try He thus beginneth 1 AH iudge me God O iudge most true Discern my cause by power opprest Unfaintly men do me pursue By lawes vniust my right deprest Which yet thy word allowth full due O geue me rest Rule me to scape that wycked man That sinfull Saule of shameles face Who boasteth himselfe all that he can And doth vsurpe thy godly place Whose power by sleite and sinne began O iudge my case 2 Know this I do my God thou art To thée my strength I whole appeale Why putst me backe why standst apart My state to thée I iust reueale Why turnst from mée thy louyng hart O mercy deale Eternall God why go I thus Ashamd in face and vily checkt My cause but made opprobrious Why doth my fo thus me reiect To beare me downe so rigorous O me respect 3 Returne thy light my hart to cheare Perfourme thy fayth that thou hast hight Thy lyght and truth let it appeare To teache the blynde thy worde so bryght That it may rule as law most deare O kepe thy ryght Make hast O Lord and bring me nye Thy holy hill to sing thy prayse Thy truth and lyght of sanctuarie Will be my guide in all these frayes Expell thys crosse thys misery O cheare my dayes 4 That I may go gods aulters to To offer thankes in sacrifice In hart deuout as due is so Yea nye in sight to God to rise My God of ioy ease thou my wo O glad myne eyes That thou alone hast geuen reliefe I thée wyll laude wyth harpe and lute My God intiere my helpe in chiefe Thou shalt my foes for me confute So me to ayde to ease my griefe O heare my sute 5 Why then my soule art thou so sad Why fretst within why troublest me So foule dismayd in thoughts bestad Knowst not that God thy God is he Call thys to mynde to make thée glad O make me frée Euen trust to God in stablenes No more but trust for sure he is I will hym yet wyth laudes confesse For he wyll cheare my face iwis
My God my helth he is no lesse O graunt all this ¶ The Collecte ALmighty God the fountayne of lyght euerlasting we sue vnto thee and most earnestly craue of thy bounteousnes that thou wouldest sende downe thy truth and veritie into our hartes replenish vs wyth the clearenes of thy eternall lyght thorough Iesus The Argument Psalme XLIIII This Psalme wyth God expostulath That helpe he long delayes It prayth for men all desolate In olde respect of dayes 1 O God so good before these dayes we hard with open eares The fathers sage tolde vs thy wayes thy workes of olde ferne yeares 2 How thou expulst the heathen rout to plant thy people dere What people stout thou dydst wede out to roote the fathers there 3 Not they by sword did winne the land their owne arme saued them not But thy bright face thyne arme and hand such loue at thée they got 4 Thou art my kyng O God my weale none other sue I to As once thou holpst good Israell helpe Iacobs stocke euen so 5 By thée our foes down shall we throwe our hornes shall burte them downe In thy greate name full well we know to make our foes astowne 6 For trust is none in strength of bowe that we can bende and draw My sworde to weake my strength to lâ—we to helpe not worth a strawe 7 But onely thou euen onely thou sauest vs from all our foes Thou filst them all wyth shame inough at vs that hatefull goes 8 Of God aboue we make our boast all day in thankefull part To prayse hys name in euery coast for euer iust in hart 9 But what meanth this thou art so far wherby our shame thou séest Where thou wert wont to be so â—ar our armies now thou fléest 10 Thou makest vs fast to turne our backes vpon our enemy And who vs hate wyth spitefull crackes they spoyle our goodes at eye 11 Thou letst vs all as sparpled shéepe to be deuoured quyte As scattred flocke we mourne and wéepe among the Paynyms spyte 12 To heathen dogs vncircumcised thou selst thy flocke for nought No gayne to thée do ryse in déede though we be solde and bought 13 Thou makest vs all rebuke to take of them that neygbours bée Of vs but scorne and scoffe they make about vs whome we sée 14 Thou makst vs now as laughyng stockes a scorne vnto the heathen They shake their heades as we were blockes deryded vp to heauen 15 My shame and eke confusion standth full to daunt myne eye My face all shame as put vpon no ende therof I spye 16 We heare to oft the flaunderer how he blasphemth our fayth We sée our fo what hate he bearth how he to vengeaunce layth 17 Though yet these thinges be come on vs we do not thée forget Nor froward lyke vngratious thy couenaunt we reiect 18 Our hart yet standth not turnd aside to séeke for other God Nor yet our steps begone so wyde by wayes to walke so brode 19 No though thou hast vs smitten sore where Dragons cruell dwell Though paynde we be and tost the more wyth death the shadowes fell 20 Among thy plages if we so euill should God in name forget To holde our handes in straying will to other Gods beset 21 Should not our God inquyre for thys to searche where we become Who knowth our harts and doth not misse the secretes all and some 22 When thus for thée all day we bée as drawne to death and slayne Appoynted thus as shéepe we sée to slaughter driuen a mayne 23 Then wake O Lord why sléepâ—â— so déepe as though thou louedst not ryght Aryse be nye thy people kéepe aye leaue vs not to spyte 24 Why turnst thy face so irefully we lowly sinners bée Why doost forget our misery our troubles great to sée 25 Our soule to dust is broughtâ— downe euen iust at deathes gate Our bellies cleaues in paynfull swowne to ground in fearefull state 26 Aryse O God and helpe vs soone deliuer vs so thrall For thyne owne sake we be vndone for mercy we do call ¶ The Collecte ARise O God by thy mightye power to helpe vs from all tyranny of persecurion and where thou didst once for our fathers subdue al Heathen nations so deliuer vs from all our enemies bodely and ghostly through c. ¶ The Argument Psalme XLV A laude ye see of king and queene set out-most glorious But Christ and eke his spouse is seene more nye described thus 1 MY hart breakth out swéete prayse to syng my song to kyng I make My tonge as swift to do the thyng as scribe hys penne can shake 2 More fayre thou art more amorous than Adams sonnes I say Thy spech of lippes is gracious for God blest thée for aye 3 Begyrd thy thigh Prince valiant with sword to vanquish stout To thy owne laude as mete it stant thy fame must shew it out 4 In worship spéede and prosper hye ryde on to fence the truth In mekenes clad and equitye great acts thy hand ensueth 5 Thyne arrowes kene full sharply goes all folke to thée shall fall Among the mids the kings his foes their harts to vanquishe all 6 Thy royall throne O God is fast which euer shall endure Thy kingdoms mace all right is cast to iudge in truth full sure 7 Thou louest the right and hatst the wronge O God thy God therfore With oyle of ioye anoynts the stronge beyonde thy match the more 8 Thy garments smell of Aloes of Myrre and cassia From Iuory â—helâ—s out brought they these to glad thy hart I say 9 Among thy maydes so debonayre kings daughters there were tolde Thy right hande helde the Quéene so fayre in colourd cloth of golde 10 O daughter heare and sée full kynde inclyne thyne eare to mée Thy people whole cast out of mynde thy fathers house to flée 11 So shall the kyng thy bewty lyke hys loue shall ioyne to thée He is thy God and Lord to séeke wyth hart then serue hym frée 12 So Tyrus land shal thée enriche and they that richest standes Shall bryng thée giftes thy face to seache wyth thée to ioyne theyr handes 13 Thys kynges swéete Quéene is glorious all whole wythin to sée Her garmentes wrought all curious wyth gold enbroydred bée 14 So brought she is before the kyng in clothe of néedle wrought Her Uirgin maydes her companieng her frendes shall nye be brought 15 Wyth ioye and myrth they shall full nye be brought to hym I say In palace there most innerly where kyng hymselfe doth lay 16 Thy fathers romes such auncientes thy sonnes shall iust succede Whom thou mayst make as Presidentes all landes in rule to sprede 17 Thy name to all in memory I euer wyll denounce The people so shall durably to thée aye thankes pronounce The Collecte O Lorde Christ the euerlastyng worde of thy father by whom he once dyd create and yet dailye doth create all thinges liuyng wee beeseche thee to preserue
enbrued wyth bloud hys God for grace dyd seeke 1 HAue mercy God on me I craue for thy great gentlenes Thy mercies store on me vouchsaue put out my sinfulnes 2 But washe me depe from all my sinne for déepely falne I am O clense me clere wythout wythin from synne that beastly came 3 For I confesse my wyckednes my state I fele most vyle In sight I beare my giltines it doth myne eye reuyle 4 To thée alone I trespaced I â—ind before thyne eyes That iust in word thou mightst be tryed thou iudge so pure to ryse 5 Behold in sinne I shapen was in natyue filth infect My mother me conceyud alas in sinne of Adams sect 6 But lo thou hast the truth well loued in hart alway to raigne Thys wisdome hid to few approued thou shewest to me most playne 7 Thou shalt me purge wyth Isope grene so clensd men me shall know Thou shalt me washe to be full clene more whyte than is the snow 8 Thou shalt make me much ioye to heare and rest for all my payne My shaken bones shall them besteare and ioye then once agayne 9 From my misdedes turne thou thy face I cannot say to oft From out thy bookes my gilt O rase to féele thy mercy soft 10 A puer hart make thou in me O God both good and true A rightful sprite wythin to be my soule agayne renue 11 From open sight of thy swete face O Lord reiect me not Withdraw not thou thy sprite of grace from me so desolate 12 Thy ioyfull health restore wyth all to me thus tâ—st wyth wo Wyth sprite most frée and principall strength me agayne to go 13 Then wyll I teache thy wayes for ryght to all the wycked sort That they to the conuerted quyte for comfort may resort 14 Ryd me from all bloudgiltines thou God my God of health My tonge shal sing thy ryghteousnes and iust condemne my selfe 15 O Lord my lips set open wyde in thankes to make them frée So shall my mouth on euery side geue laudes most due to thée 16 For thou regardst no sacrifice I would els geue it thée Nor yet requirst by law precise our offrings brent that bée 17 The sacrifice to God elect is iust a troubled sprite Good God thou wylt no tyme reiect a broken hart contrite 18 O shew thy grace and fauour yet to Syon Dauids throne Ierusalem â–ª that citie great build thou her wals of stone 19 Then ryghteous hostes thou shalt allow whole offrings burnt in sight Wyth sacrifice of calfe and cow they shall thyne aulters dyght ¶ The Collecte POure vpon vs O god most holy thy manifold mercies and compassions by whiche thou cleansest vs from the filthy corruption of sinne and therwyth makest our hartes cleane in thy sight we besech thee still to renue in our inward partes the gift of thy holy and principall sprite by power wherof we may glorifie thy name in this present worlde at last to come to thy heauenly Ierusalem through Christ. ¶ The Argument Psalme LII This Psalme inueith and is full wroth agaynst oppressours myght To Christ so Iudas fygure goth to Dauid Doegs spyte 1 WHy boast thy selfe thou tyraunt thus in malice vauntyng aye Knowst not that God is gracious to good men day by daye 2 Thy tong contriueth all crokednes of hartes aboundance great Wyth guiles it cutteth in craftines as rasour sharply whet 3 Thou malice louest aboue all good to hurt more then to helpe To hatch more lyes then truth to broode lyke Adams byrd and whelpe 4 Thou hast but loued to speake all nought that may perdition bring O thou false tong thou hast but sought deceite by flatteryng 5 Therfore shall God quite thée subuert thy house to take from thée And roote thée out all ouerwhart no lyuing land to sée 6 In seyng thys the ryghteous man shall feare and worshyp God And shall say thus to scorne hym than in Gods so heauy râ—d 7 Lo thys the man that had no lust in God hys strength to set But he in heapes of gold dyd trust by sinne hys strength he met 8 But I am lyke in God hys house a fruitfull Olyue grene In Gods good grace most piteous my trust shall aye be sene 9 I will laude thée â–ª for euer iust thy word doth neuer mis Thy name so good shall be my trust wyth good men good it is ¶ The Collecte ALmighty God which in thy power and fearefull wrath beatst downe all the vanitie of the worlde and spite of maÌ„s pride graunt vs so to florish as fruitfull Olyue trees in the house and congregatioÌ„ of thy people that by trust of thy name we may bee deliuered from the curse and malediction of thy wrath through c. ¶ The Argument Psalme LII Thus clawbackes heare theyr shame Whom God shall once consume They Princes hartes enflame Wyth causeles ire to fume 1 WHy bragst in malice hye O thou in mischiefe stout Gods goodnes yet is nye All day to me no doubt 2 Thy tong to muse all euyll It doth it selfe inure As rasour sharpe to spill All guile it doth procure 3 Thou malice louedst to wrye Aboue all goodnes walke And more thou louest to lye Then righteousnes to talke 4 Yea loued thou hast no lesse To speake one worde for all All wordes of noughtines Thou tong in fraude most thrall 5 But God once thée shall wast Shall stroy and scrape by hand Thy tent from thée at last To roote thée out of land 6 And ryghteous men shall sée And feare therby shall take But yet at hym full frée Good laughter shall they make 7 O lo the man hymselfe That made not God hys ayde That trustd in ryches wealth Whose myght in mischiefe layde 8 But I as Olyue gréene In Gods swéete house shall lay My trust hath euer bene In Gods good grace for ay 9 I thée shall laude euen still For thys thou dydst say I Thy name to wayte I wyll For good thy sayntes it spy ¶ The Argument Psalme LIII Our natyue sinne this Psalme detecth that sinners all be we And that from grace who be reiect confounded must they be 1 THe foole haue sayd in hart euen so no God at all to bée Wherfore corrupt foule sinne they do to do good none wyll sée 2 God looked down from heauen so hye on Adams children all Some prudent man if he could spye that God would séeke or call 3 But they be all astrayd and gone abhominable made That would do good not one not one corrupt in all theyr trade 4 Know they no thyng in hart so stoure these wycked workers all My flocke as bread which do deuoure nor yet on God they call 5 They were afrayd where feare dyd lacke to shame God put them ryght Men pleasers bones God all to brake for he abhorde them quite 6 Oh that by God to Israell from Syon health were had Hys people thrall no more
I say loueth Syon gates Her portes and fortes her wals and towers Aboue the rest for all theyr states Of Iacobs tentes and princely bowers 3 Thou citie hye of God no doubt Where he doth raigne in maiestie Hye thynges be sayd to set thée out To blase thy power and dignitie 4 I Raabs realme and Babylons Wyll beare in mynd such shall know me Lo Tyrus lo Philistians Lo Moores most far there borne is he 5 Of Syon thus it shall be sayd That he and he was borne in her But he that is far hyest layd Is he that her confirmth most clere 6 The Lord for truth shall it record The people when he registreth That he so hye that louely Lord Was borne euen there and there he lyegth 7 All singers there and trumpetters Their songes hymnes shall swete rebound Fresh liuely springes wyth all their cheres Shall prayse thys Lord for grace most bound ¶ The Collecte ALmighty God the only foundation of our fayth which doost build the gates and strength of thine eternall maiestye to be seene in the hartes of thine elect as it were vpon thy holy hiles fenced and beset round about by thy righteousnes graunt vs we besech thee to glory in thy true faith and to declare the benefite of thy sonnes redemption wrought for our soules by his incarnation to whom wyth thee and the holy ghost c. ¶ The Argument Psalme LXXXVIII Here is a mone most piteous of man afflicte in stresse It payntes Christes death most dolorous hys sepulture in flesh 1 MY louyng Lord and God of grace on whom my health dependth Both day and night before thy face my crye I haue extend 2 O let therfore my prayer soone come now before thy sight Inclyne thyne eare and heare my bone with teares which I endight 3 My soule is full of miseries in woes full gorgd I rore My lyfe in sight to all mens eyes is euen at death hys dore 4 As one of them I am estéemd that tumble must in pit A sely man I am but déemd so voyde of strength I sit 5 As frée from toyle among the dead as wounded slepe in graue Who far from mynd be sonke as lead whom slayne thy handes now haue 6 In pit most déepe thou hast me throwne in deathes and hels dispayre In places darke down low bestown where coâ—mith no lyght nor ayre 7 Thy fury Lord lyeth hard on me oh striffe on euery side And vext thou hast both hart and eye wyth all thy stormes full tryde 8 Thou hast driuen far my frendes from me acquaynted most to sée Abhord of them thou madest me be thus bound I cannot flée 9 My sight doth fayle for heauines to thée Lord yet I cry No day from thée Lord would I cease to lift my handes full hye 10 Thy meruels great wylt thou deuise to worke to buried men Or els shall sprites to lyfe aryse thy laudes to â—ound agayne 11 Or shall my graue thy pitie tell when once thou hast me â—layne Or shall thy truth be proued so well when I destroyd am layne 12 Thy wondrous workes which wrought thy hand Shall darkenes them expresse Or shall thy iustice shyne in land of mere forgetfulnes 13 To thée O Lord my prayer went to whom els should I go Yea still my sute shall thée preuent at morne while laffth my wo. 14 Why than O Lord abhorst my soule all helpe from me to wynde Why hidest thy face from me so whole that I no grace can fynde 15 Afflict I am at poynt to dye from youth thus haue I bene In hart astound thy dreades fele I so fearefull they be sene 16 Thy sower wrathes so multiplied hane ouerwhelmed me Thy terrours eke which sore abyde haue stroyd me whole to sée 17 They daily did passe ouer me as water surges hye They compasd me in cerâ—enty euen round about full nye 18 Both frend and kinne from me full far â–ª thou hast put whole away My frendes that were familiar in darke fro me they stray ¶ The Collecte O Lord the redemer of all which art meruelous in the procuryng of our health and saluation which by thy descension into hell were made as one among the dead heare the timely prayers of thy family praying to be deliuered from our peruerse enemye labouring to bring vs into bondage graunt this O Lord who lyuest and raygnest with the father c. The Argument Psalme LXXXIX The letter here describeth to eare the state of Dauids raygne The sprite to hart doth this impart that Christ shall ayâ— remayne 1 GOds mercies all wyth song I shall for euer sing and play Wyth mouth euen still expresse I will hys truth from day to day 2 For thus I sayd hys mercy stayde for euer shall remayne Thou shalt confirme thy truth most firme in heauen and it maintayne 3 With Abraham in league I am who was my chief elâ—â—â— To Dauid lo I sware euen so for hym and all his sect 4 I will thy sede prepare in dede for euer world to ende I will aduaunce thy gouernaunce for aye thy raigne extende 5 The heauens O Lord shall iust recorde thy meruayles great in dede Euen so thy saintes wythout restraintes thy truth in church shall sprede 6 For who compare so boldly dare with God in heauen so cleare Whom can we seke the Lord so like among Gods children deare 7 This God of blisse most puissant is amids his saintes echone Most louely feare to hym they beare which stand about his throne 8 O Lord and God of hostes so brode who Lord so strong as thou Euen round about thy truth falth out to them which thée allow 9 Thou canst represse the seas excesse by power imperiall When they do swell in surges fell thou makest them downe to fall 10 Thou Egipt braidst and it so raydst as wounded carcasse proude Thou scatredst wyde thine enemies pride such strength thyne arme auowde 11 The heauens be thyne wyth all their shyne the earth is thine ful sure The world so round thou dydst it found with all the furniture 12 As North and South â–ª stood thorow thy mouth thy worde them both dyd frame So Tabor West and Hermon East both hils shall ioy thy name 13 An arme endude with fortitude thou hast omnipotent O let thyne hand then strongly stand thy ryght hand hie be bent 14 As ryghteousnes so iudgement is thy throne and royall seat With mercy truth most ioyntly sueth before thy face so swete 15 O then most blest such folke doth rest that ioyeth and féelth the same In thy pure light they walke shall right O Lord to prayse thy name 16 Thy name so bright shall them delite all day to ioy therin And they alwayes themselfe shall rayse by thy iust word to winne 17 For thou thy selfe doost worke their welth the ioy of all theyr strength By thy good grace thou shalt in place lyft vp our hornes at length 18 On God
voyces eyght Right statutes olde precepts decrees cōmaundemēts word law Known iudgemēts domes witnesses al rightous wais thei draw Enuie no man Gods worde to painte in arte by such deuise Reade Hebrue tonge the tong so sainte and causeles be not nise Upfolde be here Gods truthes discust right sure vs all to teache So lies of man all low be thrust full false in glosing speache ¶ The Argument Psalme CXIX This Psalme dewrayth good mens desire Gods law to know so milde Which Dauid prayth whom men in ire Did curse from home exilde Aleph 1. ̄̄ 1 A Rightvp man of perfect wayes ▪ is blest and blest agayne As blest be they which walke their dayes in gods true law so playne 2 And yet I speake so blest they be who kepe his witnesses All whole in hart which will agrée to search Gods promises 3 Admit they do no sinfulnes who walke his pathes alwayes At wil who worke but wickednes they tread not these his wayes 4 Aduisedly thou gauest in charge thy hests that we should kepe Approued so by thée at large ▪ for vs most due to leke 5 Ah then O lord ▪ where the wilt so would God my wayes were steyd Affected right in hart to go thy statutes iustly leyd 6 Ashamed then I shall not shrinke in hart or visage cold Abacke to stand what tyme I thinke thy lawes and them behold 7 Ascribe will I to thée my thanke in hart most right and clene Assoone as I shall learne so franke thy iudgements iust besene 8 Agayne I vow withall my hart to kepe thy true decrées A far then Lord do not depart from me thy grace to léefe In quo corigit 1 By what or how can yong man clense ▪ or yet reforme his way Best word of thyne if he the sence will warely kepe I saye 2 Betymes where I thy word haue sought with all my harts entent Be guyde lest I might erre in thought from thy commaundemēt ▪ 3 By lowe I hyd thy word in hart thy willes inspird to kepe Blasphemingly lest might I start from thée in sinne to déepe 4 Both blest and praysed thou doost remayne O lord of secrecye Bestryde my hart and teach my brayne thy statutes inwardly 5 Bold haue I bene and euer shall by thée with tong to tell Before all men thy iudgements all which once thou spakst so well ▪ 6 Blith whole my hart did ioye to trace ▪ thy testimonyes wayes Beholding them more glad in face than riches gaynfull prayse 7 Bestowe I will my tyme and talke in thy precepts to muse Beside to note thy wondrous walke no tyme I will refuse 8 Besport me still I purpose me in thy decrées whole set Beleue I haue thy wordes decrée no tyme I shall forget Retribue 1 Confirme O lord thy seruantes will with thy good grace so meke Consist that I in lyfe may still so iust thy wordes to kepe 2 Cleare thou mine eies both darke thral reforme my sprite afresh Consider then thy law I shall what meruels they expresse 3 Cast here on earth as Pilgrimes be I am poore traueler Conceale not Lord thy law from me depart not thou to fer 4 Consume do I afflict in sprite for loue to know thy worde Comprise I would alwayes aright thy iudgements hye O Lorde 5 Correct thou doost the proud therfore which thy precepts despise Curst be they all from thy good lore who wander wyll to nyse 6 Contempt and shame frō me remoue which proud men cast on me Content for that in lyfe I loue thy lawes to testifie 7 Chiefe Princes lo in counsell sate and me they hie controld Chaunge yet my choyce so would I not I vsed thy statutes bold 8 Cause why to me thy witnesses are whole my hartes delites Close counsellers they be no lesse agaynst these cursed wyghtes Adhesit 1 Deare Lord to dust my soule is knit nye dead I ligh for griefe Draw nye my life and quicken it with thy swéete wordes reliefe ▪ 2 Detect I haue my wayes to thée thou aunswerdst me agayne Declare thy will that I may sée in hart thy statutes playne 3 Due sence geue me to vnderstand the wayes of thy preceptes Demure I will then take in hand to talke thy wondrous steppes 4 Distemperd cares dyd melt my hart to note the worldes despite Deale then some ease in gentle part as thy true worde hath hight 5 Deliuer me from lying wayes from suttle glosing sect Delite my hart in all thy layes vouchsaue this good effect 6 Do this for why right path of lyfe I haue now chosen due Deteyne I will myne eyes so rife to vew thy iudgements true 7 Directly Lord where hold I haue thy testimonyes fast Defame me not of thée I craue to fall by shame agast 8 Deliuerly runne shall I light thy lawes the perfect gate Dilated large ▪ when thou in sprite shalt make it ioy in state Legem pone 1 Eternall God teach me the way of thy most iust decrées Euen then I shall kepe them all day in all their full degrées 2 Employ my wits to perfectnes so hold thy law I may Effect therof I shall expresse wyth all my hartes assay 3 Eke lead me strayt to sée the path of thy preceptes most right Elect for why my hart themhath wherin I most delite 4 Egge thou my hart to magnifie thy testimonies all Escape that I may vtterly foule auarice thée gall 5 Erect myne eyes not down to cliue by lustes to things most vayne Encleare my sight and me reuiue thy wayes to loue the trayne 6 Establish Lord thy worde all sure thy seruaunt lo I am Els could not I thy feare procure to reuerence thy name 7 Eftsoones remoue the brute vnswete of shame that I do feare Espy I do thy doomes discrete all mixt with mercy deare 8 Enforst I haue lo all my minde thy statutes iust to sue Encourage me soone them to finde I craue thy iustice true Et veniat 1 First Lord I craue thy grace deuyne thy mercyes swéete to féele Fence thou my soule with health of thyne as thy true word doth deale 2 Fynd thus I maye to answere right and dul blasphemers slent◠Fast that my hope is wholly plight to thyne aduertisments 3 Farre driue not lord thy word most sure frō out my mouth to stray Full still for why I will endure to wayte thy iudgements way 4 Ferme will I kepe thy laye and lore sith thou wilt teach the way Fayth still to beare I wyll the more from age to age for aye 5 Fayre walke and large thus shall I hold in conscience vpright Forth on where I do séeke so bolde thy cleare precepts in light 6 Frée shall my tong thy witnes tell before both Lord and king Foule shame shall not my hart debell to shrinke for manacyng 7 Fro thence I shall my comfort fynd thy lawes shall me delyte Fresh loue I beare to them in mynde no tyme
to slyde to lighte 8 Fold vp my hands I will full hye to thy commaundements For them I loue and muse shall I thy stable testaments Memor esto 1 God call to mynde thy promise graue to me thy seruaunt frayle Good hope therin thou madest me haue to my poore soules auayle 2 Greate comfort this gaue me in thought in payne wheÌ„ I did lye Glad hart for why thy word me wrought as whole reuiued therby 3 Grym stately men though one by one most hye do me deryde Gone yet a backe I haue not done from thy true lawe aside 4 Graue thoughts had I cast in mind thy iudgemeÌ„ts lord froÌ„ first Gat so I did my comfort kynd to stake my wofull thirst 5 Greued sore I am most horribly at wicked mens ententes Glyde fast they do so shamefully from all thy lawes contentes 6 Grate songes in verse I do deuise of thy swéete statutes lore Gest when I am in wandryng wyse abrode afflicted sore 7 Grauen depe in mynd thy name by night O Lord ful oft I had Glue fast to hart that so I myght thy law that I had rad 8 Grace thus dyd grow to me so gréene for that thy law I kepe Graunt then O Lord I may be séene thy wyll alway to seke Portio me 1 Hole portion Lord thou art of myne to thée alone I clyue Hold will I iust thy law deuine though men for lies do striue 2 How déepe in hart thou séest all day I haue thy face be sought Haue mercy then on me I pray such trust thy worde hath taught 3 Here how I liue what wayes I lead I haue discust full nere Home so to turne thy lawes to pleade my féete I did retire 4 Hast made I fast my fault espied no tyme then troyted I Hart hand and tong I straite applied to kepe thy lawes more nye 5 Haâ—t wicked men on heapes they met to robbe from me my trust Hard yet in hart thy law I kept though sore at me they thrust 6 Hye midnight iust my tyde is set to rise thy name to blesse Harke so I shall and spie the bet thy iudgements righteousnesse 7 Hoste me I will with them to dwell which thée do duely feare Hyd who do kepe thy hestes full well in hart to mynd them cleare 8 Hyll dale and vale the earth is full thy mercies Lord to tell Helpe thou therfore my wits so dull teach me thy statutes spell Bonitatem fecisti 1 I Lord confesse thou dealst full kynd with me thy seruaunt frayle In thy good worde such grace I fynde thy promise neuer fayle 2 Inspire right tast of discipline and me sound knowledge teach Iust haue I hold the lawes of thyne most firmly them to seach 3 Inuegeled foule awry I went before I was correct Imprint I now thy testament in hart thus gently checkt 4 Intirely good and liberall thou art who can deny Illumine then my senses all â–ª thy statutes well to spy 5 Ill men and proud theyr traps haue set to spot my truth with lyes Inure my hart I purpose yet all whole thy lawes to vise 6 Inlarded is their hart with pride they swell in fat and grease Inuy I not their ioyes so wide thy lawes can me refresh 7 It wrought me wealth so good it was that troubles me did strayne Indued was so my soule with grace to learne thy statutes playne 8 Ioy more I do the law of thyne which thy swéete lips pronounce Infinitely then siluer fine or gold a thousand ounce Manus tuae 1 King Lord God thou art to me thou madst formdst my shape Kerne depe my hart with knowledge frée thy word in mind to wrap 2 Kynd louyng men that worship thée wyll ioy at me right soone Keyd fast thy word was so to me in hope that I haue done 3 Know well I do in thys thy rod thy iudgements all be iust Know worthy is thy truth O God â–ª which humbled me to dust 4 Kysse thou my soule by louing grace some comfort swéete to féele Knyt iust thy word though I be base thy man yet euery deale 5 Knéele lowe I will to aske full sad thy mercyes all in sight Kéepe than my life I shall full glad for I thy lawe delyte 6 Kil down the proud confound their lies they me wold vayn peruert Koole thou their heate and I will ryse to preach thy lawes apart 7 Kenne they thy lawes as turnde to me who duely thée do feare Known right who haue thy dignitie thy word with me do beare 8 Knocke aske and séeke I will and wéepe in hart thy word to spie Knead els in mire of error déepe I should most shamefully Defecit 1 Longd hath my soule and languished while I thy helth expect Lord yet thy word me comforted for hope dyd me erect 2 Lo both myne eyes did faynt and wast thy promise still to wayte Lowd thus I spake when wilt thou cast thy helpe to ease my strayt 3 Lyke though I was to bottle dryed in smoke so was my skyn Leaue would I not thy statutes tryed I kept yet mynd therin 4 Leafe Lord my dayes how loÌ„g to go thy seruauÌ„t fayn would know Long wilt thou slake erre thou my foe wilt iudge who thrust me lowe 5 Lyme pittes full slye these lurdens proud did digge in crafty sort Lyes lowd they made not well auowed by thy true lawes report 6 Life truth and way thy lawes contayne though words they prate vntrue Lend me thy helpe where men so vayne do falsly me pursue 7 Large sautes they made to make me sinke well nye they had me spent Loth yet I was in hart to shrinke from thy commaundement 8 Let then thy grace and gentlenesse refresh and me reuiue Loue so I shall and wil expresse thy wordes of mouth belyue In eternum domine 1 Meke Lord thy word most stable lieth as heuen is permanent Most strong it is as testefieth the starry fyrmament 2 Man trust may thée thy fayth so standth in truth from age to age Marke wel we do the earth lond how fyrme thou madst the stage 3 Made fast they bide by thy decree vntil this present day Meete seruice all do yeld to thee In all theyr course and sway 4 My chief delyte and ornament onlesse thy law had ben More deepe in wo I had ben shent whole quenched quite cleane 5 Mind stil I will thy lawes precept and neuer it forget Me still in life it dayly kept by thee this grace I get 6 Maineteyn my life for thine so wrought I am most congruent Midst whole in hart for why I sought thy true commaundement 7 Mad men in harte vngodly men awayted me to kill Muse yet I did full oft agayne thy testimonyes wyll 8 Moch noted I things finest tried drue fast to brittle ende Meere infinite thy law I spied whose bredth no time could spende Quam dilexi 1 Nye loue in hart thy law I beare such hope therby I
winne No day doth passe but that I steare my mind to muse therein 2 Now hast thou made my wit excell my foes by thy precepts No time there is but that I mel with them in my concepts 3 Note this I do I am more wise then all my teachers be No dout for this that I aduise thy testimonies free 4 Not aged men haue knowlege like I them exceede to far No question for that I kepe thy lawes familier 5 Nedes must I stey and so I do my feete from path of vice No witherward aside to go but keepe thy words deuise 6 Nought do I shrinke one ynch awry from thy decrees amisse No prayse to me doth rise therby for thou hast taught me this 7 New fragant tast by thy sweete word O how my pallat felt No hony combe set on my bourd such swetenes euer delt 8 Notorious my wisdome grew by thy commaundements No wicked wayes then will I sue I hate all crafty flents Lucerna 1 O Lord thy word a lanterne is full cleare to guide my féete Ondoubted light that will not misse to rule my pathes most méete 2 Oth once I spake and promise made in hart I full decréed Obserue that I should whole in trade thy iust and righteous réede 3 Opprest I am O Lord to hye in soule in sprite in flesh Of this sore crosse reuiue thou me thy worde pretendth no lesse 4 Oh let my mouthes frée sacrifice please thée O Lord at will Ope thou my wits in ghostly wyse teach me thy iudgementes skill 5 Onsure my lyfe all day I sée my soule lyeth in aye hand Obliuious yet thy law to flée I will not so be bond 6 Onrightfull men and obstinate for me a snare haue layd Offend thy law yet will I not to renne from it astraid 7 Obtaynd I haue thy witnesses in iust fée simple state Oblected so my fansy is with them most delicate 8 One thing in hart inclynde I to to worke thy statutes lore Once this to misse I will not so to ende for euermore Iniquos 1 Presumpteous men which guiles deuise I hate as hypocrites Pure law of thine most hie I prise for that all truth behightes 2 Protectour thou thou art my bower thou art my trusty shield Persist I will in thy good power I trust thy word so mylde 3 Part ye from me malignaunt men your by pathes wrong I hafe Performe I shall more iust and playne my Gods precepts in gate 4 Plucke vp my hart O me sustayne by thy swéete worde to lyue Pinche not my hope with shames disdayn to make my hart to rine 5 Preserue me still in sure defence so safe I shall remayne Promoote thy wordes intelligence I shall alway full fayne 6 Presse downe thou wilt all thē to nought which erre frō thy decrées Playne lies they forge in crafty thought they frame but fallacies 7 Proud men lyke drosse thou wilt remoue which iet in earth so stout Precellently therfore I loue thy witnesses full out 8 Perplext with feares my flesh doth shake when I thy power do marke Profound afrayes my soule haue take thy iudgements be so darke Feci iudicium 1 Quite out my life I delt with that which lawfull was and right To Quarelers vp geue me not my soule with wrong to spite 2 Queynt thou my hart delightfully in things of perfect name In Quire ellys will the proud therby Some cause my life to shame 3 Quicke sight I lost Mine eyes wer wast for wayting long thy helth I Quothd and sight and longed fast thy rightwise worde of wealth 4 Quit me O Lord thy seruaunt poore from sinne and mercy reatch So Quicken me in all thy lore and me thy statutes teach 5 Quire out the truth that right I may O vnderstanding graunt In Quiet mind to thee I pray as seruaunt suppliant 6 Qualms ouerwhelmd my wofull hart for men haue stroyd thy law O Quel them Lord as iudge thou art the time doth aske thine aw 7 Quench not my sprit with these thy foen for I thy lawes do loue No Querry geuyth such gold or stone which I would prise aboue 8 Quake might my hart if all thy lawes I held not all the best No Question I loue thy sawes all false wayes I detest Mirabilia 1 Right wonderfull set hy aloft thy testimonies are Reuolue therfore then will I oft my soule shall kepe them nar 2 Resort who doth thy law the doore winth light as shewth the profe Ripe wisdome riseth therby in store to simple mens behoue 3 Rayse vp my mouth I did apert for wind my breth I drew Refresht for that I wisht my hart with thy sweete statutes vew 4 Respect me Lord not me refuse my strength were els but lame Rue than on me as thou dost vse on them that loue thy name 5 Rule thou my steps thy word to tread forme them to lyue therby Reigne can no pride in all my head to vanity to fly 6 Redeme me Lord from iniury of men in quarels vayne Retayne I may more constantly thy constitutions plaine 7 Reueale to me thy seruant true thy louely face so bright Renue my sprite my soule endue teach me thy statutes right 8 Ran down my cheekes did water streames for that thy law they balke Rough cheare I made to note all realms against thy law to walke Iustus es Domine 1 Séene right thou art full good and iust O Lord in veritie So righteous be thy domes discust all iudged in equitie 2 Strayt hast thou chargd that mē should haunt thy testimonies réede Still fayth to speake still truth to graunt most vehement at néede 3 Sower zeale fret me in gelousie for ire nye spent I was Set whole for that my foes I spy from all thy wordes to passe 4 Skord cleane full out thy word is séene fine tride frō drosse vnpure Sticke fast to it thy seruaunt meanth in hart to loue it sure 5 Smal though I séeme and vile at eye to vaunting insolentes Slide yet shall not my memory from thy commaundements 6 Sound righteousnes thy iustice is and that which still will last Sure truth thy law is so iwiffe I trust therto full fast 7 Smart woes sharpe when they did presse I by spite abused Swéete comfort yet did me refresh thy hestes when I perused 8 Stand euer shall thy witnesses in ryghteousnes to stay Send wisdome then well teach me this that euer lyue I may Clamaui 1 Thy grace to winne cried loud I haue from hart effectuall Then aunswere me O Lord with saue thy statutes kepe I shall 2 To thee I suyd O saue me thou I sued to none beside That iust I may in life avow thy testimonies tried 3 The dawning day ▪ preuentingly I cried most earnest than Trust fast I did thy words for why my hope therby I wan 4 Tyme watch of night mine eyes preuent so rath I then awoke Thus that I might some thing commēt of thy true
word on booke 5 Tourn Lord thine eare my voyce to heare thy mercies aske eueÌ„ so Touch thou my hart reuiue me cleare as thou doost vse to do 6 They tread full nye that would on me their malyce execute Twind far they be thy law to fle O Lord be my refute 7 Tread thou as nye O Lord with ayde for God thou art at hand True be thy lawes all iustly layd their wayes be mad and fond 8 Taught am I sure earst long ago of all thy witnesses Through thee were set most groundly so that they wil neuer misse Vide humilitatem 1 Uyse thou my wo and rid my smart thou seest exild I am When yet thy law from inward hart forgotten neuer cam 2 Uphold my cause and me release so free redeamd to ryse Wast not my life but me refresh in thy words warantise 3 Ungodly men from health ren far and health ren far fro them Wyde fle they foul for why they erre thy words they search not theÌ„ 4 Use still thy grace O Lord of might thy mercies great be seene With life and ioy refresh my sprite as earst thy wont hath bene 5 Uaine men there be right many one â–ª which me pursue and presse Ware yet I am to swerue to sone from thy sweete witnesses 6 Uyle men I spied transgresse thy law for grief therof I quoke Which was because at eie I saw thy lawes how they forsooke 7 Uew thou my hart O Lord see how thy precepts I loued Wherefore by grace reuiue thou me not whole froÌ„ thee remoued 8 Uouch this I may thy word in chiefe in some is truth most pure Wast can no time thy lawes relief thy domes aye Iust will dure Principes 1 Xtremly Lord I am pursued of princes vndeserued Xactly yet thy woord I vewd I them with feare preserued 2 Xteme I do â–ª thy word so glad and ioy therof as mich Xceding Ioy as he hath had that spoyles hath found most rich 3 Xcesse of lyes I haue abhorde I haue them aye defied Xtend I haue my loues accord to all thy lawes so tried 4 Xprest I haue thy lawdes most deare seuen times a day no lesse Xpending iust thy domes so cleare full wrought in southfastnes 5 Xcellent peace in conscience haue they which loue thy lawe Xchew they can all light offence no harme to them can draw 6 Xpect I do thy helpe and health O Lord to thee I pleade Xcited so I haue my selfe thy iust preceptes to treade 7 Xquisitly In soule I kept thy testimonies hye Xpert by vse I them accept in loue exceedingly 8 Xalt I haue thy statutes right and eke thy witnesses Xempt from thee to scape thy sight I can no secrecies Appropinquet 1 Yeld Lord assent with eares vnshit to heare these lawds I sing Yt mought please the to graunt me wit as thy word vse to bringe 2 Yet once I pray myne sute euen so admit before thy face Yll mens despites O take me fro thy word so worketh in grace 3 Ymnes Psalms songs my lips shal sound such coÌ„meÌ„datioÌ„s braue Yf thou wilt teach my hart the ground thy lawes in hart to graue 4 Yea sure my tong shall still expresse thy word deseruingly Yokt so with truth and rightwisenesse thy whole precepts I spy 5 Yere after yere me then vpshore with thy good helping hand Yong did I chose thou knowst thy lore to thy decrees to stand 6 Yearnd hath my hart and wished long thy health to féele so meete Yies head and hand haue loued as strong thy law to me so sweete 7 Yeld still I will O life prolonge my soule shall prayse thee then Yane shall I wide for ayde among for thou dost ayde all men 8 Youth made me erre as sheepe but lost seeke vp thy seruant Lord Yes seeke him Lord bestow the cost thy law me not abhord ¶ The Collecte ALmighty God the onely paterne meede of all felicity which by thy wholsom directioÌ„ informst thy faythfull seruauntes to walke vpright in thy law to search thy pactes and promises to obserue thy preceptes and commaundementes graunt vnto vs so to vnderstand thy iustifications and wyth whole hart to searche thy wylles and pleasures and to preache out thy great actes done to our behoofe that when wee were as loste sheepe wandryng in our wayes of ignoraunce we myght be brought home to thy shepefold to be placed on thy ryght hand wyth thy shepe in thy kyngdome through Christ our Lord c. ¶ Obseruations These fiftene Psalmes next followyng Be songs deâ—amd of steps or stayers For that the quiere on them dyd sing The peoples vowes to blisse by prayers For lucky spéede in theyr affayres As néede and tyme â–ª as case dyd bryng In wedlocke warre or house begonne For peace for ayde for fréedome wonne ¶ The Argument Psalme CXX When Dauid felt all spite of man All helpe of God he then optaynd By whome alone reliefe he wan From hard disease that hym constraynd Well trust we than When we be paynd 1. Canticum graduum Ì„Ì„ 1 TO God when I was vext wyth smart By wrongfull meanes of man opprest I cryed in voyce I cryed in hart He aunswerd me at my request In gentle part He gaue me rest 2 For thus I sayd and still will say O Lord my soule deliuer frée From lying lips saue me I pray From crafty tonges that double bée But set all day To vanitie 3 What shalt thou winne what gayne or gift Thou crafty tong with all thy spyte Or what may that increase thy thirst False tong to vse in such delyte What is thy drift What winst in sight 4 Euen this thou wynst sharpe dartes and fell Of Gods strong hand in dreadfull feare Whose strength shall send thy spite to hell As whote as coales of Iuniper And marke it well In mynd it beare 5 O wo is me that myne abode Is still prolongd in hard exile Thus forst to dwell as cast abrode In Ceder tentes both blacke and vyle O helpe me God Me reconcile 6 Ah long to long my soule abydth Wyth such as hate good loue and peace With people rough of hawty pryde Which fierce in hart on me do preace O cast them wyde Their magre cease Whan peace I seeke they cry to warre Whan fayre I speake they threat the more Whan them I sue they driue me farre Thus gall for loue I gaine in store O God be narre Help me therfore ¶ The Collecte O God the onely pacifier of all manner of angwishe and trouble deliuer we pray thee the souls of thy true seruants from slaunderous and lyeng lippes to be neuer ouercome by the malicious assauts of the euill but to stand by the assistence of thy grace wholye in thy protection to the lawd of thy name throughe Christ c. ¶ The Argument Psalme CXXI As Dauid here so other king Nie toward warre ought thus beginne The people than hym following Should wishe hym spede Gods ayde to winn Thus
still ¶ The Collect. TEach vs O Lord to vse so all our spirituall armors agaynst our ghostly aduersaryes that we may resist all euill that we be not made bond vnder the vanitye of thys world so to be excluded from thy gouernaÌ„ce in grace through Christ. ¶ The Argument Psalme CXLV Thys Dauyd framde by Alphabete Where God he thaÌ„kth in hart most hie Whose power might whose grace so great â–ª In prouidence most cleare we spy Ì„Ì„ 1 ARise I will my God and king to rouse my grace with toÌ„g most hie and blesse thy name to me bening I will and shall eternally 2 Both day and night I will declame thy worthy laudes most thankfully By praysing due thy holy name for aye and aye without delayes 3 Clere is this Lord most hye of fame his state surmounth all mortal prayse Can no man search how he excell in greatnes hym by weight to paise 4 Describe to age shall age full well thy handy workes with reuerence Declare they must where that they dwel thy godly mightes magnificence 5 Enhaunce I shall thy glory bright thy fame and name thine excellence Enditing still thine actes of might so wonderfull that be to sée 6 For that that man may speake wright thy princely dedes that dreadfull bée From hence euen so I will resound thy godheds grand abilitie 7 Good men shall preach how grace abound in thée O Lord with gentlenes Glad songes to sing they will in sound of thy great truth and bounteousnes 8 How good the Lord how gracious he is to all in paynefull stresse How slow to wrath not furious his mercy ruleth and stayth his ire 9 In loue he is most piteous to all that him therof require Imprinted be his mercies sure on all his workes all whole intiere 10 Know this will euery creature with thankes most due O Lord to thée Kynd harted men will them inure in hart to blesse thy maiestie 11 Loude will they speake thy regall seat most glorious at eye to sée Lord so shall men be glad to treate thy power deuine so tried by déede 12 Men thus will still thy strength repeate to Adams stocke and liuing séede Most wide they will with kinde assent thy kingdomes laud and glory sprede 13 No dout the reigne is permanent a reigne of blisse to stand for aye Nedes must thy power and regiment endure in length from day to day 14 O sure in worde the Lord is tryed most faithfull true and iust alway On all his workes his will is spyed most holy God all them to saue 15 Poore wauering men the Lord bestrideth their stay and hold by him to haue Playne faln or wrongd he reiseth againe if they their reyse in faith can craue Quicke eyes all thing doth fastly straine on thée O Lord so good at néede Quite all their foode they aske so fayne in tyme most fit thou geuest in déede 17 Right wide thou splaist thy blessing hand all liuing things wyth store to féede Refresht by thée so full to stand with plenty fed in foode delight 18 Still iust appearth this Lord so grand in all his wayes to man aright So wholy he doth aye appeare in all his workes of his great might 19 The Lord to all approcheth nere to him for helpe which make request To all I say soone them to heare which call on him with faithfull brest 20 With ready spéede he filleth their mynd who feare hym iust both most and lest Unto their cry he bendth so kynd and saueth them whole as him it likth 21 Exceding sure before behynde the Lord hys louers frendly kéepth Exile he doth vngodly men to scatter them most wide he séekth 22 Yelde shall my lipps by duetye then this Lords deserued laud and prayse Yea let all flesh geue thankes agayn to his good name most due alwayes The Collect. ETernall gouernour of all ages and tymes O Lord almighty which doost minister foode to all liuing creatures in due season geue vs grace alway to thaÌ„ke thee for the same and to reioyce most coÌ„stantly with all thyne elect for thyne almighty power exprest by thy right hand in the prouision therof Through Christ. c. ¶ The Argument Psalme CXLVI To trust to man this Psalme forfendth Whose arme is flesh and worde but wynde Where God full ayde to man extendth By whome twise lyfe he iust dyd fynde Which Dauid knew the text dewrayes Wherfore his soule sang still his prayse Alleluya \ \ 1 O Thou my soule prayse thou the Lord The Lord of loue and God of light Extend thy powers with one accorde Recount his name in inward spryte â–ª Expresse thy voyce without delayes O thou my soule singe still his prayse 2 My hart is set to lawde this Lord Thys Lord so good â–ª is God of grace His laudes my life shall whole recorde Yea â—ure as long I bide in place My God to thanke I wil alwayes O thou my soule sing still his prayse 3 O put no trust in princes power The God of might is Lord to trust Yea trust no man his frute is sower No helpe in hym â–ª no credence iust Gods loue is sure at all assayes O thou my soule singe still â–ª his prayse 4 Mans breath ones past he turneth to dust This Lord so strong he euer lastth All earthly power decay it must Mans counsayles all deathes day doth waste Gods helpe is ferme without decayes O thou my soule sing stil his praise 5 Blest is the man whose helpe is God The God of hosts to Iacobs seede Full fast with them he styl abode Who God will trust aswell shall speede In hym beset al stable stâ—ayes O thou my soule Sing still his prayse 6 This God made heauen and earth betwene The Lord so grand so infinite He made the seas with all therein His truth in word he kepeth full right â–ª His déede from tong makes neuer sâ—ayes O thou my soule sing styll his prayse 7 The Lord reuength oppressed man Thys God of right â–ª as is deserued All wrongs and spites requite he can He dealth out bread to hungersterued Thrall men in bonds he vseth to rayse O thou my soule singe still his prayse 8 The Lord giueth sight to blynded eyes This God so bright to see agayne He lifteth the lame from ground to rise The iust doth hee in loue retayne To fill his lyfe with ioyefull dayes O thou my soule singe still his prayse 9 In care the Lord all straungers kepth Of them sure God he is at neede And Orphans loueth and widowes seeketh Nye hart he takth theyr cryes of dreade Euill minded men to dust he brayes Syng still my soule syng out hys prayse 10 Prayse God as king who raygneth for aye As God of thyne O Sion hye Resort to him Go not astray Knyt fast thyne hart â–ª shrinke not awrye Expell he will all feares and frayes Rouse hym my soule Sing stil his prayse ¶ The Collect. EVerliuing God on whome the elect
haue put their whole confidence and feede theyr ioyfull soules in hope of thy grace graunt vs to be illumined in sprite euermore to loue thee and to celebrate thy name in pure conscience through Christ. ¶ The Argument Psalme CXLVII Thys psalme exciteth the Iewes to prayse the Lord most chief So good to them who priuatly did worke them all reliefe \ \ 1 PRayse ye the Lord alway for good it is to sing To this our God for sweete he is whom laudes we ought to brin 2 God buildeth Hierusalem he doth her sure protect The poore exiles of Israell he shall agayne collect 3 He heald the brusde in hart who wayle in sprite contrite Theyr plages and sores he bindeth them vp he cureth theÌ„ al ful light 4 No dout God them beholdeth who starres by number tels By proper name he calth them all he knowth theyr rests and cels 5 The Lord of ours is greate and great he is in power His knowledge is all infynite his name as strong as tower 6 The Lord vpholdeth thafflict So gentle is his will He throweth to ground all wicked men So mightye is his skill 7 O sing to God our Lord prayse ye his raygne abroade Confesse his power hys will his skyll In harpe sing ye to God 8 Who clothe the heauen with cloudes and raygne to earth prepares He bringes forth gras on hills to growe to serue mans dayly cares 9 Who geueth to beast theyr foode to all both great and small The rauene her birds he féedth in care whan they forsaken call 10 In barbed horse of strength his pleasure standth not in In legs of men in force of armes it pleaseth not him to wynne 11 They please who feare the Lord by such he fyght with strength who trust all whole his gentlenesse these only please at length Lauda Hierusalem O Thou Ierusalem prayse hye the Lord of thyne Thou Sion mount auaunce thy God in hart therto encline 13 For he makth fast the barres of all thy gates full prest He blissth euen so thy childer al in midst of thée to rest 14 And he doth stablish peace In all thy borders sure He féedth the full deliciously with wheate the flower most pure 15 Who sendth his word on earth and swiftly doth it renne Both rayne and wynd his biddings heare to serue the nede of meâ— 16 And snow he geueth like woll the earth so warme to be The hory frosts the mislyng dewes as ashes scattreth he 17 He casâ—th abroade his yse like morsels so congelde and his great cold who can abyde that he so hard hath seald 18 He sendth his worde will he melt them all agayne He blowth the winde then they anone to waters flow most playne 19 Yea he reuealeth his word to Iacobs seede and stocke His statutes true his iust decrees to Israel his flocke 20 He delt no time as thus with other landes I say He shewed not them his domes so playne O prayse the Lord alwaye ¶ The Collecte STrength fortify the gate of thy church O Lorde and make her to be enlarged in peace and vnity reueale thy word to her vnderstanding that she may be wholy directed by that to please the in truth through Christ. ¶ The Argument Psalme CXLVIII To prayse here all be byd what heauen or earth contayne The Lord so hye and sapyent nothyng he made in vayne 1 PRayse ye the Lord from heauens ye heauenly mynds I call Prayse him on hye as hye he is ye powers celestiall 2 Prayse hym ye Angels all his legats ye that be ye hosts so cald his armies great prayse hym in maiesty Prayse him ye sunne and mooke in course so maruelous Ye starres so bright ye Planets all prayse hym most glorious Ye heauens by heauens-distinct prayse him with all your shyne ye water streames aboue the ayre so stayde by power deuyne They all might prayse and laud the Lordes good name of myght For he the worde but spake at once they straight were made in plight He constituted hath that they should euer dure He set a law which shall not cease by ordinance most sure Ye earthly thinges on earth prayse ye the Lord with them Ye dragons grim ye depes and gulfes shew ye his power supreme Fire lightning thunder hayle both snow and vapours drye ye hurling wyndes tempestuous which worke his word full nye Great mountains hils and clifs low hillockes all and some ye fruitefull trées ye Ceders all prayse ye the Lordes renome Ye beastes and cattell all both sauage wylde and tame ye serpents flye ye fetherd soules prayse ye his godly name So kinges of earth most due with all their people met So princes hie and iudges all on earth as Gods be set So yonger men and maydes in age syncere and pure As older men with childer yong with all their busy cure The Lordes name let them prayse for it alone is hye His glory passth both heauen earth as thyngs here made do cry He hath his flock aduanced so him his saintes shall prayse Euen Iacobs séede who drawth him nie praise ye the lord always The Collecte O Lord the woorthye prayse and ioy of all thy creatures graunt vs thy grace that we worthely magnify thy name through Christ. The Argument Psalme CXLIX Thys Psalme the Iewes doth moue Theyr God to laude wyth loue It sheweth that grace on them shall lyght So glad their foes to quyte 1 O Syng vnto the Lord A song of new accord And let his prayse declared bée In good mens company 2 Let Israell be glad in God hys maker drad Let Syons youth and childer ioy In their most princely roy 3 Let them prayse out in quiere Hys name to them so dere In Tabret loud in harpe so soft Sing they to hym ful oft 4 For why the Lord reioyce And loueth hys flocke in choyce The meke forlorne he will adourne wyth health to serue theyr turne 5 So godly men made frée in ioy and prayse shal bée They shall reioyce vpon their beds That God did rayse their heds 6 Their throtes shall prayses sound to God by duety bound Two edged swordes in both theyr handes to smite all forren landes 7 To be auenged right of all the Paynyms spite To be a rod to chastise smart straunge peoples froward hart 8 To bynde their kinges wyth chaynes to quite their wrongfull meanes Theyr nobles eke to kepe in warde wyth iron fetters hard 9 To bryng on them in spéede theyr iudgement iust decréed Which shall his saintes to honour rayse prayse ye the Lord alwayes Alleluya ¶ The Collecte O God which art a God of all goodnes vertue whiche doost vse to exalte them whiche humble themselues and to deiecte those who aduaunce themselues graunte vs on earthe to ioye in all puritie of lyfe as thy saintes in heauen ioy in thy glorious preseÌ„ce to the prayse of thy name through Christ. ¶ The Argument Psalme CL. Thys psalme is last