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
Through c. ¶ The Argument Psalme XII This Psalme declarth for truth so falne to ground The poore mans care for truth so falne to ground When pride bearth sayle But God will it confound No truth preuayle But God will it confound 1 HElpe Lord so hye this case for why not one good man is more The faythfull gone scant any one theyr children mynished sore 2 They talke so frée of vanitie one neyghbour neyghbour to In tong they glose it double gose their hartes dissemble so 3 All lips so vayne God will them strayne and plucke them vp by roote Oh that he wrung the boasting tunge to treade it vnderfoote 4 For thus they rayle we wyll preuayle our tonges must matters breake For who dare thus be Lord to vs our tonges must onely speake 5 For thys the stresse of comfortlesse for sighes that poore men make Now ryse wyll I sayth God most hye and helpe theyr part to take 6 Gods worde is sure it is as pure from earth as siluer quit Though tryde be golde in fire seuen folde his worde yet passeth it 7 O Lord so graue thou vs shalt saue and euermore preserue From all thys route that be so stoute for euer thée to serue 8 These walke most wyde in wycked pryde all cruelty they frame Whyle they so far exalted are poore men be put to shame ¶ The Collecte HAue mercy of our frailtie most louing father and graunte that we may keepe thy holy wordes with pure chaste hartes to escape the manifold deceites of mad and vayne talkers in errour Through c. ¶ The Argument Psalme XIII For patience In trouble Dauid crieth For Gods desence In trouble Dauid crieth Lest deadly might Good hope in God he spieth Should blynd his sight Good hope in God he spieth 1 HOw long wilt thou forget me now for euer Lord my guyde How long wylt thou not me alow how long thy face wylt hyde 2 How long shall I thus heauely in soule séeke counsayle so How long my hart shall féele this smart to be thus vext wyth foe 3 O Lord my God represse thy rod heare now consider mée Myne eyes wyth lyght O cleare thou bryght dead sléepe lest they do sée 4 Lest that to hye myne enemye myght boast of hys preuayle If downe I were thys baratter would ioye to sée me quayle 5 But all my trust lyeth fully iust in thy good mercy still My hart thy helth shall ioy it selfe Gods goodnes laude I will The Collecte TOurne not thy face awaye from vs O God of all might and consolation lest our enemies preuayle against vs and so endue the hartes of vs thy seruantes with the reioysing spirite of thy saluation that we escape the dreadfull sleepe of second death Through Christ. c. The Argument Psalme XIIII This Psalme set out of sinners obstinate The carelesse route of sinners obstinate How far is syde which hold with God debate They wander wyde which hold with God debate 1 THe foole hath sayd in hart astrayd that God there is euen none In workes they are corrupt so far not one doth good not one 2 The Lord casth eye from heauen to spye the trade of Adams broode If that as there some wyse man were which God would séeke so good 3 But all astray haue take theyr way abominable made There is not one to do well none they all from truth decayd 4 For throtes they haue lyke open graue theyr tonges haue vsed deceyt And vnderslips theyr poyson lips of Aspes the venome beyt 5 Theyr mouthes do swim wyth cursings brim all bitternes to fyll Theyr féete make spede mans bloud to shede they force not whom they spyll 6 Destruction confusion in all theyr wayes do ryse Of peace no day they know the way Gods feare sée not theyr eyes 7 Haue they no mynd in hart so blynd in myschiefe how they go Who lyke as meate my people eate and God they call not to 8 But they shall there be once in feare where nought they feard in déede For God is spide most strong to bide wyth iust mans righteous séede 6 Where vaynly now ye mocke and mow at poore mans purpose iust When he is bent wyth fast entent in God to put his trust 7 Who els can spéede poore Iacobs séede wyth helpe from Zyon hill When God shall call hys people thrall reioyce all Iury will ¶ The Collecte VOuchsaue O Lorde to looke from thy holye heauens vpon the children of men and graunte vs to knowe the way of peace that we auoydyng the bondage of synne may haue the fruition of thy habitatiō in heauenly Ierusalem Through Christ. c. ¶ The Argument Psalme XV. Here Dauid craueth whom God alowth in sight And answer haueth whom God alowth in sight The sprite so sayth to worke by loue aright Who hath a fayth to worke by loue aright 1 WHo Lord shall byde by thy swéete syde In tabernacle sure Or who shall styll hold fast thy hyll which holy doth endure 2 Who walkth in state immaculate who blameles lyfe ensueth And rightwise déede fulfilth in spéede who speakth from hart the truth 3 Whose tonge in spyte doth not backebyte ne doth hys neyghbour euill Who cannot beare wyth quyet eare hys neyghbour slanderd still 4 And he whose eyes the bad despise and lawdth Gods fearefull men Who swearth also hys neyghbour to and chaungth not it ageyn 5 Who will not plie to vsurie hys coyne for lucres loue Who bribeth nothyng the iust to wryng oh he shall neuer moue ¶ The Collecte GRaunt we besech thee O bountiful lord god immaculate that we may walke in thy church without spot withdrawn wholy from the harmful workes of this wretched worlde so that while we labour to obserue the preceptes in earth we may at last attayne to thy heauenly habitation where thou raignest eternally one God the father the sonne and the holy spirite to whome be all honour and glory worlde wythout ende Amen ¶ The Argument Psalme XVI That Christ did pray and when himselfe did sue For his alway and when himselfe did sue His buriall the Prophet told full true His rise withall the Prophet told full true 1 O God of trust preserue me iust In soule and body to For why to thée my hope doth slée to none els will I go 2 O soule in sprite thou saydst aright to God who thée so wrought My God thou art of faythfull hart my goodes can vayle thée nought 3 All my delyght to sayntes full bryght is set which trauell here In vertues all celestiall they do excell so clere 4 Who multiplie theyr Idols hie and after them do gad Their sacrifice I whole despise I hate theyr names so mad 5 The Lord alone is porcion of myne inheritaunce My cup he is my crosse to blisse my lot he wyll aduaunce 6 My lot ful brode by lyne and rod so fayre did fall to mée That I reioyce the goodly choyce
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
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
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