wandred in desert through wayes in wyldernes â–ª Wherin they founde no dwellynge place in theyr nede and destres And when through great honger and thurste they faynted in theyr mynde They cried to hym in theyr dayngers dyd hym redie fynd He dyd deliuer them I saye and led them the ryght waye To a towne of inhabitaunce and gaue it theÌ„ for aye Let them confesse then and ascrybe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he glutteh the hungry soule fylleth wyth good thynges The soule that is lyke to perishe for lacke of norishynges Such as sate in vtter darckenes and extreme miserie Because they dyd wythstand goddes worde and set nothynge therby The same he made ryght pensyfe and eke of mynde desperate That they myght falle and no man shoulde helpe them in that estate Yet when they cried in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne He ledde them out of thycke darckenes and set them fre agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath done before mens eies For he brake downe the brasen gates and caste them wydde open And the greate barres of Iron he hath in sunder broken The foles that by theyr wycked lyfe haue gote sycknes plentie So that theyr soule abhorred meate they were lyke to die Yet when they cryed in theyr dayngers he pulde them out of payne And his word sent he healed them and made them cleane agayne Let them confesse them and ascribe to the Lorde his mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them offer sacrifice of hertie confessynge And let them tell forth all hys dedes wyth most ioyfull syngynge Such as in shyppes go to the sea and do theyr busynes there Haue sene goddes worckes and hys wonders that in the depthe appeare Foâ—â—â— his word the stormie wyndes lyfte vp the waues on hye Nowe vp to heauen then they falle downe to hell by and by In these troubles theyr hertes do faile they are turned rounde And wander lyke men that are droÌ„cke theyr wyttes are nothynge sownde These also cried in theyr dayngers and he brought them from payne He layd the storme and eke the waues and made all caulme agayne Then they reioyce because God hath brought them to quiete reste And set theÌ„ in such an hauen as lyketh theyr herte beste Let them confesse then and ascribe to the Lorde hys mercies And eke the miracles that he hath wrought before mens eies And let them extolle him in the companye of people And prayse hym emonge the elders when they do assemble For he turneth the rennynge streames into a deserte grounde And dryeth vp the water sprynges where muche water was founde So doeth he turne che fruitfull grownde into barante and drye Because they that do dwell theron do lyue so vitiousely And full of water he causeth the wyldernes to stande And eke great plentie of welsprynges where erste was most drye lande And there he placeth the hongry and such as lacked foode To build a noble citie there and a dwellyng ryght good And that they myght ther tyll corne fieldes and eke great vinyardes plant That myght beare fruite in such plentie that there should be no want Further he doeth them prospere so that they encrease greatly And theyr cattell he saueth so that none of them do dye Yet are they minished also and do somethynge decaye Sore vexed and oppressed of theyr owne rulars I saye For God despyseth the rulars sometyme and that greatly Makynge them wander in desert through whych no waye doeth lye But the pore he preserueth aye out of all miserie And theyr housholdes he handleth as they were shepe truly Which thynges when the good sorte dose they reioyce and be fayne And the wycked haue nought to blame or wherof to complayne Who so therfore is wise let him kepe these thynges in his mynde And consyder what benifites he doeth in the Lorde fynde The .cviij. Psalme MYne herte is made redie to synge O God and eke to playe On instrumentes melodiouse O my glorie I saye My lute and eke myne harppe arise for I wyll wake erlye In the mornynge wyth the daye sprynge my Lorde to magnifie And vnto the wyll I confesse throughout all regions And wyll synge and set forth thy name emonge all nations For thy mercie Lord is so greate that the heauens it doeth passe And thy trueth reacheth to the skye that doeth the earth compasse Be thou more high then heauen O God and let thy maiestie Be hygher then the earth that is vnder thyne imperie And that thyne elect and chosen maye be deliuered By thyne owne powre saue vs and let our request be graunted Because God hath spoken the worde wythin his holy place I wyll wyth ioye diuide Sichem Sucoths vale by passe Gibead and eke Manesses are myne but Ephraim Is the key of my kyngdome and Iuda my lawes doeth deme As for Moab is my washe pan on Edom wyll I walke And ouer Palestine wyll I synge and pleasantly talke Who shall leade me into stronge holdes into townes of defence Who shall leade me into Idume full of magnificence Shalt not thou do it O my God whoe dyddest vs forsake And wouldest not walke wyth our men wheÌ„ we dyd the warres take O God helpe thou in all distres for mans helpe is but vayne But we shall fyght stoutly through God by whom our foes are slayne The .cix. Psalme O God whom only I do prayse whose name I magnifie Holde the not styll but speake O Lorde and shewe thy selfe therby For the mouth of thy wycked man and the mouth disceythfull Are open agaynste me and talke wyth a tongue right gylefull And wordes that do sprynge of hatered haue compassed me rownde And wythout cause they assault me beate me to the grounde For the loue that I beare to them they are myne enimies And yet do I praye for them all in my moste hertie wyse And for the good I do to theÌ„ they render euell to me So do they hatered for my loue my greate charitie Agaynst suche one O Lorde styr vp the wycked of the lande And let his aduersarie stande styflye at hys ryght hand When he shal be brought to iudgment let hym be founde wicked â–ª And when he prayeth let hym then wyth synne be infected Make hys lyfe dayes fewe and geue hys office to an other Make his children fatherlesse an wydowe theyr mother Let his chyldren wander and begge and seke foed ouer all When they come out of theyr houses that are lykely to fall Let the vsurar bygyle hym of all he doeth possesse And the enmie take all that doeth by hys labour encrease Let ther none chaunce to hym that would take vpon him pitie Ne that woulde worcke a benifite to hys posteritie Let his ofsprynge be in daynger of the destruction And his name haue an ende
stake theyr nettes to the grownde Myne enmye is as the lyō that rampeth for hys praye And as the lyons whelpe that doeth lurcke in his den I saye Arise O Lord preuent thou hym cast him downe by thy myght Set my soule free from the wycked that is thy swerde to fyght Set me free from these mortall men that are thy powre and hand Lord set me free from them whose mynde to worldly thynges doeth stande Set me free from them that do seke theyr portion in this lyfe Out of thy storehouse fyll theyr mawse therby to ende theyr stryfe That theyr chyldrē maye haue wherwith them selues to satisfie And that there maye be some what lefte to theyr posteritie But I wyll loke vpon thy face in ryghtuousnes in dede And when I shall ryse lyke to the I shall be satisfied The .xviij. Psalme OVt of myne in moste bowelles Lord and from my verie herte I wyl loue the for my whole powre and only strength thou art The Lorde is my castell of stone and eke my fyghtynge toure My rescuar and eke my God and my rocke of succour To hym I wyll cleaue and styke faste he is my shylde in dede And also the horue of my health sure castel at nede The Lorde that is worthy of prayse I wyl aye calle vpon And I shall be preserued from myne enimies ech one The bandes great sorowes of death had compaste me about And the swifte streames of wycked men had fearde me wyth theyr route The cordes and sorowes of the deade had gyrded me certen So had the snares of death it selfe me sone ouertaken Whylse I therfore stode this in doubt and knewe no remedye Wyth herte I dyd call on the Lorde and to God dyd I crye And out of his holy temple he hearde my voyce streyght waye Euen as sone as my crye was entred his eares I saye He was moued and then the earth dyd shake excedyngly The bottomes of hylles were shaken because he was angry At hys nosthyrles there yshued smoke and at hys mouth fyre hotte In such maner that at the same coles were kenled I wotte He bowed the heauens and so came downe by hys wonderfull myght And vnder hys feete was dearcknes the daseynge of syght On Cherub he was caried flewe forth as I fynde Beynge borne vp and sustayned by the wynges of the wynde Lyke a tent for hys closet he set dearcknes on eche syde Nygh vnto hym and blacke waters wyth cloudes boeth thycke and wyde Through the excedyng greate bryghtnes that in hys presence was ▪ Great hayle and burnynge coles also dyd thorowe hys clowdes passe The Lorde dyd thunder from heauē and the moste hygh dyd speake Great hayle and also burnynge coles out of hys cloudes dyd breake He shot forth shaftes scattered hys foes and dyd them wounde And moch lyghtnynge wherwith he dyd cast them flatte to the grounde Then were the moste depe places of the seas made ryght open The wonderfull depe seas I saye whither the waters renne And at the checke thou gauest them Lord when thou waste angred The bases and grownd worckes of the earth were vncouered But from heauē the Lorde sent downe his hande and set me free And out of most myghtie waters by force he dyd drawe me He set me free from deadly foes that were myghtye and stronge And from my spytfull enimies that were my maysters longe These dyd preuent me in the tyme of my calamitie But the Lorde was my leaneynge staffe and sure poste to stand by He brought me forth into a place wyde full of pleasure And set me free because he dyd beare to me greate fauour The Lord requited me my mede after my ryghtuousenes And gaue to me rewarde after myne hādes vngyltines For the ways of the Lorde I dyd alwayes kepe and obserue And frō my God I dyd neuer declyne a syde nor swarue For in my sygth all his decrees and lawes I do holde faste And the maners that he doeth teach from me I do not caste Before hym do I leade my lyfe pure and vndefiled And so I kepe myself that I do nought that is wycked The Lorde therfore requiteth me as my lyfe is vpryght And as myne handes are innocent and gylt lesse in his syght Thou wylt shewe mercie vnto hym that doeth studie mercie And wylt be faythfull to suche as do in dede faythfully To the curteise thou art gentyll but vnto the frowarde That walke crokedly thou also geuest alyke rewarde For people that be afflicted thou doest preserue and kepe And eies that are loftie thou doest pul downe and cause to wepe And thou O Lord arte he that doest geue my candle hir lyght And my Lord God is he that doeth make all my dearcknes bryght For in the do I breake thorowe the armed armayes all And in my God I say I do leape quite ouer the walle The waye of God is wythout spot and the Lordes worde is pure And to all them that trust in hym it is a targate sure For whoe is it bysydes the Lorde that is a God of myght Or who is it bysydes our God that is a rocke sure pyght The same is God that teacheth me to be myghtie in wars And maketh my waye expedite in martiall affares He maketh my fete lyke the fete of the hyndes that are swyfte And he it is that placeth me on hygh in my stepe clyfte He doeth enstructe myne handes to warre and teacheth me that skyll He geueth me strenght in myne armes to breake a bowe of stele Thou hydst me wyth thy shylde of health thy powre doeth me sustayne And of thy goodnes causest me ouer many to reygne My steppes and my path vnder me thou haste made large and wyde Leste my ioynctes should stacker and then it myght chaunce me to slyde I persecuted myne enemyes and dyd thē apprehende And dyd neuer returne tyll I had brought them to theyr ende I wounde them in such sort that they can neuer ryse agayne And vnder my fete they do fall as men that are quyte slayne Thou doest enstruct me vnto warre wyth the powre martiall And when any ryse agaynst me thou castest them downe all Thou causest that my deadly foes do turne theyr backe to me And that I maye destroy al them that myne enimyes be They cald and cryed but ther was none that would them kepe or saue Vnto the Lord they cryed I saye and he no answere gaue I pounde them lyke vnto the duste that wyth the wynde doeth flye So do I breake them lyke the dyrt that in the streate doeth lye From the peoples contentions Lord thou doest set me free Thou makest me heade of nations strange people do serue me So sone as they heard wyth theyr eares they dyd to me apply Strayngars sonnes submitted them selfe vnto me faynedly The strayngars wythered awaye theyr freshe courage dyd fall And in theyr secrete closettes they were sore amased all Let the Lorde lyue and let hym be praysed
haste oute of the wombe drawne me And in my suckynge dayes I dyd put all my trust in the. From the daye of my byrthe I haue bene lefte to the onlye And from my mothers wombe thou hast ben my God certaynely Do not withdraw thy selfe farre of be not from me absent For there is no man for to helpe and trouble is present Greate bulles haue compassed me rounde wyth an vnruly route And myghtye men of Basan haue beset me round aboute Against me haue they opened their mouth wonderfull wyde Lyke as a lyon that rampeth and roreth in hys pryde I am poured out like water my bones are let aparte And as the wax that is molten so is in me myne herte My strength dryeth vp lyke a shell and my tonge cleaueth faste To my chekes and into the duste of deathe brought me to haste Dogges and ylle men haue me byset and bounde me in their bandes And as a lyon they haue gnawen my fete eke myne handes I myght haue numbred al my bones they were sene so planely But these men loke vpon me and are delyted greatly They haue diuided emonge them all my garmentes I wotte And whyche of them shoulde haue my cote they haue tryed by lotte But thou O Lorde be not farre of O my strength and my powre Make haste O Lorde thy poore seruaunt for to helpe and succoure Delyuer my soule from the sworde and let not me be torne Wyth madde dogges nor with lyons teeth nor wyth vnicornes horne Thyne holy name will I declare to my brethren eche one And prayse the in the middle of the congregacyon All ye that feare the Lorde prayse hym prayse him all Iacobs seede And all the seede of Israel feare ye the Lord in deede For the poore mans afflyctyon he hath not neglected Neyther turned away hys face but hearde when he cryed Beynge in a great concyon I prayse the Lorde onely And in their fyghte that do feare hym my vowes perfourme will I. The poore the abiect shal eate they shal al haue their fyll Suche as seke the Lorde shal prayse hym their herte shall lyue styll And all the quartars of the earth shall haue remors of mynde And shal conuert them to the Lord as reasone doeth them bynde All the housholdes and families that on the earth be founde Shall humble them before hys face and lye flat on the grounde For vnto the Lord only al kingedom doeth appertayne And emonge the heathen people the Lorde hym selfe doeth raygne The fat and welthy of the earth shal eate and do worshype And all mysers shal bowe to hym because he doeth them kepe All such shal bowe their knees to hym as do fall in the duste Because he kept their lyfe when that they sayed nedes dye we muste The ofspringe and posteritie shal him serue and obeye And for euer more vnto him their trybute shal they paye To the people that is not borne they shall resort and tell Hys iustyce and hys equyte because it doeth excell The .xxiij. Psalme THe Lord is my sheperde and I shall neuer stand in nede For in pasture exceadinge good he leadeth me to fede He causeth me to laye me doune in pasture full of grasse And dryueth me to caulme waters that be so cleare as glasse He calleth my soule backe agayn and causeth me to make My iourney in the waye of ryght for his holy names sake Thoughe I shoulde go through the valey of the shadowe of death I wil be withoute feare of yll all the dayes of my breath For thou arte aye present with me thou doest me not forsake Thy rodde and staffe do comforte me and do me merye make Ouer agaynst my foes thou wylt spreade a table for me Annoynte myne heade wyth oyle and fyl my cuppe with greate plentie But let thy mercyfull goodnes folowe me all my lyfe And then shall I dwel in thyne house wythoute debate or stryfe The .xxiiij. Psalme THe earth and al that it holdeth do to the lorde belonge The world and al that dwel therin as wel the olde as yonge For it is he that aboue al the seas hath it founded And that aboue the freshe waters hathe the same prepared Who is it that shal ascend vp into the lordes mountayne And who shal in his holy place abyde styl and remayne That shall the man with giltlesse handes and hert pourged throughly Who doeth not geue his mynde nor swere to fraude nor vanitye The same shall receyue of the Lorde blessinge and al encrease And of hys God and sauyoure he shal haue ryghteousnes This is the nacion of them that seke the Lorde I saye It is the seede of Iacob that seketh his face alwaye Lyfte vp youre heades and ope ye gates and ye dores eternall And then that moste gloriouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse the Lorde stronge and myghtye The Lord that is moste noble in the powre of chyualrye Lyfte vp your heades and ope ye gates ye dores eternall And then that moste gloryouse kynge shall passe in at you all Who is that kynge so gloryouse let vs knowe whiche is he The Lorde of Hostes is that same kynge so gloriouse to se The .xxv. Psalme O Lorde to the I lyfte myne herte my God I truste in the Let me not take shame leste my foes shoulde reioyce ouer me Yea Lorde let none that truste in the be put to open shame But let them that do fall from the be put in all the blame O Lorde make thy wayes knowne to me teache me thy lawes I saye Do thou vse me vnto thy pathes and trayne me in thy waye Lorde leade thou me forth in thy trueth and by vse make me stronge For thou arte God my Sauioure whome I seke al daye longe Remember thy mercyes O Lorde eke thy greate goodnes For sence the worlde was fyrste create they dyd yet neuer cease Lorde beare not the synnes of my youthe any longer in mynde But forget al the wickednes that thou doest in me fynde But for thy goodnes sake O Lorde I hūbly beseche the. Accordynge to thy greate mercye be thou myndfull of me The Lorde is good and eke rightwyse no man can this denye And therfore wyll enstruct synners in the waye certaynelye He wil guyde the meke in iudgement they shall do ryght I saye And the lowly in spyryte he wyl accustome to hys waye Al the wayes of the Lorde are founde mercye and trueth certes To them that kepe his couenaunt and hys testymonyes O Lorde forgeue my wyckednes for thine holy names sake For myne iniquitie is greate do not thou me forsake Whoso feareth the Lorde the same he wyl leade in the waye That he hym selfe shall chuse and wylbe his succoure and staye Hys mynd shal tarye in good thinges euer wythoute greuaunce Hys seede also shall haue the earth for their enherytaunce The Lorde shall make hys secrete knowne to them that do him feare In lyke
maner his couenaunt shal vnto thē appeare Wpon the Lorde my God myne eyes are alwaye surely set For he it is that doeth styll louse my fete oute of the nette Loke backe on thy seruaunt O Lord and take on me mercie For I am succourlesse I saye and in greate myserye The sorowes and cares of myne hert are made moste large in deede To leade me out of my trouble Lord God do thou make spede Lorde be holde myne afflyction and eke mine heauynes And take awaye from me my synnes and all my wyckednes Consyder thou myne enemies for they are ryght many And wythall vyolent despyte they do hate me deadly O Lorde I saye kepe thou my soule and eke delyuer me Let me neuer be put to shame for I do truste in the. O Lorde let perfectnes of lyfe and equitie kepe me Because I tarye for thy grace and put my truste in the. O God redeme thou Israell and thy people eche one From al their trouble and frō al their greate afflyctyon The .xxvi. Psalme IVdge me O Lord because I haue walked innocently And trusting in the Lorde I shall stande vp moste stedfastly O Lorde do thou searche proue me trye thou my renes and herte For I beholdinge thy mercye will not from thy trueth stert I do not syt emonge suche men as walke in vanitie Neyther go I in vnto them that worcke disceytfully The companye of wycked men I do hate moste deadly And wyth the vngodly I wyll not sytin company In innocencye wyll I washe myne handes wythoutten doubt And then thyne holy aultare Lorde I wyll compasse about That I may speake the wordes of prayse and magnyfye thy name And eke declare thy wōders al and thy wōderfull fame The dwellynge of thyne house I haue loued most entierely And the place of the tabernacle of thy great glorye Gather thou not my soule emonge them that dosynne in dede Neyther my lyfe emonge suche men as loue bloude for to shede In whose handes wyckednes is styll studied for before And whose ryght hande is neuer voyde of brybynge gyftes great store But I do walke innocentlye I studie no mans ylle Redeme me Lorde and shewe mercye to thy poore seruaunt styll My fote standeth in the streyght waye I do not go astraye In all companies I wyll prayse the Lorde of myght for aye The .xxvij. Psalme THe Lord is my lyght mine health of whome shoulde I feare take The Lord is the strength of my life who shoulde cause me to quake Whylse ylle men set their men in raye my fleshe for to deuour Myne enmyes dyd stumble and fall none coulde be their succoure Thoughe whole armyes shoulde bysydge me myne herte shall nothinge feare And though warres shoulde growe agaynst me yet woulde I not despeare I haue axte one thynge of the Lorde and wyll requyre the same That I maye dwell all my lyfe tyme in hys house wythoute blame That I may se the Lordes be autie so wōderfull in syght And walke about all hys temple that is so goodly dyght For in hys tent he wyll hyde me in tyme of myserie He will hyde me in the secrete of hys tent pryuelye He wyl lyfte me vp on the rocke he wyll lyfte vp myne heade Aboue my deadly enimyes that haue me cōpassed I wyll offer sacryfyces in hys tente with syngynge I wyl synge and reherse an hymne vnto the Lorde our kynge O Lorde heare thou my voyce wherwyth I do vpon thy call Be mercyfull to me I saye and heare my prayers all For thy sake hath myne herte sayde thus seke the Lorde O my face For I will endeuour O Lorde thy fauoure to purchase Hyde not nor turne thy face from me for thou art my succour Leaue me not of nor forsake me O God my sauiour For when my father and mother forsake me vtterly Then doeth the Lorde gather me vp and kepe me in salfetie Teache me thy waye Lorde and lead me in a path that is ryght For their sakes that lay wayte for me to take me yf they myght Geue me not vp to their pleasure that wyth me be angry For false wytnes stode agaynst me threate me iniurie Saue that I truste to se the pleasure of the Lorde of myght In the lande of the lyuyng I had dispeared out ryght Loke for the Lord truste in hym styl make thyne herte stoute and stronge And tarye for the Lorde I saye reuenge not thyne owne wronge The .xxviij. Psalme O Lord my strength I crye to the be not deafe leste I be Made lyke them that fall in the pyt yf thou speake not to me Heare the voyce of all my prayers whilse I do on the crye And lyfte vp myne handes towarde the dore of thy sanctuarye Do not repute or reken me emonge the vngodly Neyther emonge suche men as do commytte iniquytie Numbre me not with them I saye that do speake peaceably Wyth their neyghbours but in their herte do al myschiefe studie Geue them accordynge to their worcke let them be rewarded Accordyng to the wyckednes that they haue studyed Accordynge to their handy worckes so requite them their mede And geue to them the iust rewarde that they haue deserued Because they marckt not the Lordes workes nor thynges made by his myght He wyll caste them all doune agayne and not buylde them out ryght The Lorde of myght is moste worthy to be alwaye praysed Because he hath hearde my request hathe it accepted The Lorde is my strength and my shylde in him mine herte trusted And I receyued helpe wherfore myne herte is delyted And with my songe I will prayse him and eke his holy name I will remembre his goodnes and teache other the same The Lorde is the strength of them all that to Dauid dyd clynge Ryght so is he the saueyng health of hys annoynted kynge Preserue and kepe the people Lorde and blesse thyne herytaunce Feede them O Lorde and promote them do them euer aduaunce The .xxix. Psalme AScrybe vnto the Lorde all ye that in strength do excell Ascrybe glorye and honoure to the Lorde of Israel Ascrybe all glorye to the name of the Lorde moste myghtye Honour the Lorde in comlynes most decent and holy The Lordes voyce is vpon waters the gloryouse God thundreth Wonders vpon many waters the Lorde him selfe worcketh The voyce of the Lord is in powre without hym there is none The Lordes voyce is magnificence he doeth great thinges alone The Lordes voyce breaketh Cedre trees it breaketh them in twayne The Lorde I saye breaketh the greate Cedre trees of Lybane And he causeth them for to leape lyke a stere or bullocke Lybaine and Sirion as coltes of the vnicornes flocke Greate flammes of fyre slyt in sunder the Lordes voyce shuteth oute The many folde kyndes of lyghnynge are the Lordes worcke no doubt The Lordes voyce maketh the desert as of chylde to trauayle The Lord maketh Cades deserte to trauayl wythoute fayle The Lordes voyce causeth hyndes trauayle and maketh the
syncke downe to hell for aye Make them of force to fall vpon the edge of the sharpe swerde And of the rauenyng woulfes Lorde let thē be deuoured But the kynge shall reioyce in God eche man be praysed That swereth by his holy name and lyars mouthes stopped The .lxiiij. Psalme IN my complaynt Lorde heare my voyce hearken to my crie And preserue my lyfe frō the feare of the fierce enimie Lorde hyde me from the counsell of men that are vngodly And frō the vprores of such men as do worcke wyckedly For these men do sharpen theyr tonges euen as they were sharpe swordes And as wyth a bowe that is bent they shote forth bytter wordes That they may hurte men priuily whose lyfe is innocent And stryke and wounde them sodenly not feareynge to be shent They make themselfe stronge in mischiefe and studie snares to hyde And then they saye thus wyth themselues howe can these thynges be spyed They do imagyne wyckenes kepe it in couerte Eche man hydeth hys mischiefe in the bottō of hys herte But God shall stryke them sodenly euen wyth a sharpe arrowe Wherby they shall be sore wounded pearsed quite thorowe Yea theyr owne tonges shall make them fall and be as men forlorne Then shall as many asse them laugh and dryue them to scorne All men shall se this thynge I saye shall boldly confesse That goddes owne hande hath done this dede to punishe wyckednes But the iuste shall reioyse trust in God the Lord only And all that be of vpright hert shall ioye excedyngly The .lxv. Psalme O God thou only art worthy to haue prayse in Sion And that all the people do paye theyr vowes to the alone For thou hearest the prayers of thy people in theyr nede Wherfore all men resorte to the wyth full trust for to spede The reckenynge of our wyckednes was more then we coulde paye But thou Lorde for thy great mercy haste put our synnes awaye The man that is chosen of the is happy right sure That in thy courte and temple he shal dwell in greate pleasure O God oure health O the refuge of all coastes of the land And of them that do dwel far of in the seas sea sand O thou I saye that by thy power haste set the hyll so sure And art euer gyrded about wyth strenght that wyll endure O thou that doest quiete the seas and the rude peoples rage In thy iustice thou hast sharplye threatned thyne heritage So that all they that dwell far of shall feare when they shall se Thy tokens for thou makeste boeth euen morne to prayse the. Thou haste caused the earth to chappe for lacke of hir due rayne And haste wyth plentie of water shotte vp hir chappes agayne O God thy riuer is brymme full wherby thou doest prepare All maner grayne for man whych thou causest the earth to beare Thou doeste water hir forowes causeste hir cloddes to fall Thou supplest hir wyth water dropes and geuest encrease wyth all Thou doest crowne and set forth the yere of thy passyng goodnes And to poure downe dropes of plentie thy cloudes do neuer sease The pastures of the desert are fayre and full of plentie And the litle hylles are beset wyth all fertylytie The fieldes and valleys of the earth haue for theyr couerynge Such flockes of shipe and plottes of grayne that they reioyce and synge The .lxvj. Psalme ALl earthly men reioyce to God and prayse hys holy name Set forth hys praise I saye geue glorie vnto the same Saye vnto God Oh in thy worckes howe wonderfull art thou For the plētie of thy power doeth cause thyne enmies to bowe All they that dwell vpon the earth shall honour the O Lorde And shall all synge to the and to thy name wyth one accord Oh come hither and se the worckes of God and tell me then Howe farre his coūselles do excede the wytte of mortall men The sea he turned to drye lande and gaue passage therby Wherfore our fathers dyd reioyce in him excedyngly By his power he hath aye ruled the world and doeth beholde All contreys wyth his eie so that no rebelles dare be bolde O ye people preach ye our God and make his name be knowne By you let the voyce of his prayse throughout the earth be blowne For this is he that doeth preserue our soules euer on lyue And suffereth not our fete to slyp when we wyth Satan stryue O God though thou do proue trye vs as syluer is tryed And doeste leade vs into prison and make vs ther be tyed Though thou I saye doest suffer men ouer our heades to ryde And that most fiers and sharppe tormentes we do suffer and byde Yet doest thou bryng vs out agayne into a place of reste And doest not suffer thy seruaūtes for aye to be oppreste I wyl therfore into thy house Lorde God wyth sacrifice And wyll not leaue my vowes vnpayed to the in any wise For when I was in trouble Lorde then wyth my mouth I spake And in the doloures of myne herte all these vowes dyd I make Brunt offeringes that are ryght fat I wyll offer to the Of the swete smoke of rammes bullockes gotes the same shall be Come hither and geue eare alye in whom goddes feare doeth dwell For of the thynges that he hath done to my soule I shall tell Wyth my mouth I dyd crye to him call on him alone Wherin my tonge declared that lyke him ther is founde none If in myne hert I would haue had respect to wyckednes No doubt the Lord would not haue heard me in my great distres But nowe God hath geuen eare to me heard hys seruantes praier And hath graunted my whole request euen as I dyd desyre God is to be praysed therfore which neyther dyd put backe My prayer neither suffer me hys mercie for for to lacke The .lxvij. Psalme BE mercifull to vs O God blesse vs at thy wyll And lyghtē thy bright countenāce amonge thy seruauntes styll That through the earth thyne holy waye maye be certenly knowe And thyne health through out all contreys for all they are thyne owne Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the And let thē al reioyce because they be iudged by the. Let them reioyce in the I saye be mery and glad Because all nations of the earth by thy iustice are ladde Let the people prayse the O God let all people prayse the And let the earth bryng forth hir fruite as thy pleasure shall be Blesse vs O God I saye our god blesse vs in verite That all that dwell vpon the earth maye stand in awe of the. The .lxviij. Psalme THe vpriseyng of God putteth his enimies to flyght And causeth al them that hate him to flye out of his syght For as smoke vanisheth awaye and wax is molt wyth fyre So doeth the wycked perish from goddes syght in his great Ire As for the iuste
power diuine The lyes dregges the rof also he doeth not leaue byhynd But all the wycked of the earth do them in theyr cuppes fynde As for me I wyll preach for aye synge to Iacobes God I wyll breake all the wycked hornes euen wyth an Iron rodde I wyll I saye destroy the power of them that be wycked And suche as delyte in iustice I wyll se exalted The .lxxvj. Psalme IN Iuda God is surely knowē and eke in Israell Hys holy name is had in price and men lyke it full well Hys tabernacle and his tent is in Salem pytched And in Sion his holy seate and dwellynge is builded Ther hath he broken the arrowes that came forth of the bowe The shyld the swerd all the raye he brake also I knowe O Lorde thou art much more noble and more magnificent Then are the robbars of the hylles that to spoylynge are bent The men that were of haute courage are nowe become a praye They are slayne and haue slept theyr slepe so slender was theyr staye All men that were stronge and myghtie able for to fyght Haue not by strenght optayned ought but are turned to flyght When thou rebukest men that fyght on horsse or in charet Then are they caste into slumber and do thē selues forget For thou O Iacobes God I saye arte terrible in dede And who can abyde in thy syght when thy wrath is moued Once thy iuste iudgment was shewed downe from heauen vpon man Then shoke the earth great silēce through out the same began This thynge was done when God arose to minister iudgment And to saue them that on the earth were weake and impotent For when thou doest punish one man and plageste his furie Then doest thou put the rest in feare to deale so cruelly Make and performe vowes to your God all you that nygh him be Loke that ye brynge gyftes vnto him for terrible is he He stoppeth the breath of rulars and causeth them to die And the myghtie kynges of the earth feare him excedyngly The .lxxvij. Psalme WHen I dyd lyfte my voyce to God and dyd vpon him crye Then dyd he geue eare vnto me hearde me wyllyngly In the daye of my trouble I dyd to the Lorde resort ▪ By nyght my power was scatered my soule toke no confort When I called God to my mynde then was my sprite troubled And I mourned excedyngly my courage faynted O God thou dydest knowe certenly the watches of myne eies I was amased and coulde not speake out in any wise Then dyd I call to memorie the tymes that erst haue bene And the years that in the old world our fore fathers haue sene My verses in the nyght dyd I call to my memorie And wyth myne herte I cōmuned and dyd myne owne sprite trie Then sayde I wyll the Lord forsake his poreseruant for aye Wyll he neuer be pleasaūt but thus terrible alwaye Is his loueynge kyndnes quitte lost hath he no more in store Shall the sprite of true prophecie neuer be heard of more Hath God forgotten vtterly howe to be mercifull Wyl he holde in his mercies lyke a man that is irefull Yet at the laste thus dyd I thyncke this is but my weakenes For the right hand of the high God maye chaunge all thynges certes The worckes of the Lorde wyll I call to memorie therfore And wyll not forget the wōders that he dyd heretofore I wyll also O God thyncke on all thy worckes secretly And to speake of thy counselles Lorde I wyll my selfe applye For all thy wayes and thy counselles are holy and vpright No God therfore can be so great as art thou God of myght For thou alone hast brought to passe thynges straynge and wonderfull And emonge the people thou hast made thy power notable For thy people are reuenged by thy great poure full well That is to saye the chyldren of Iosephe and Israell The waters dyd se the O God the waters dyd se the And loste theyr strength and the depe gan amased for to be The darcke cloudes sent downe showeres of rayne in wonderfull plentie And the cloudes sent forth thunder clappes and thy arrowes gan flye The noyse of thy thunder clappes and the flashes of lyghtnynge Appeared round about and the earth fell in a tremblynge Thy wayes are in the sea and thy pathes in waters full stronge And thy fote steppes are not espyed either of olde or yonge Thou dydeste leade thy people lyke a simple flocke of shepe And by the hand of Moses and Aaron thou dydest them kepe The .lxxviij. Psalme ATtend my people to my lawe and to my wordes enclyne My mouthe shall speake strange parables and sentences diuine Which we our selues haue heard seene emonge men that are olde And that for our enstructiō our fathers haue vs told We wyll not therfore hyde these thynges from theyr posteritie But to them that shall come after we wyll tell them playnly We wyll I saye tell the Lordes prayse his strength and hys glorie And eke all hys wonderfull workes to oure posteritie For wyth a certen charge he gaue a lawe in Israell Whiche was that all fathers shoulde these thynges to theyr chyldren tell That theyr posteritie that is theyr sonnes yonge and tender Myght when they come to age knowe them and teache them theyr chylder That they myght haue the better hope in God that is aboue And haue his holy worckes in mynde kepe his lawes for loue And not be lyke theyr fathers that were false and of such sprite That would not frame theyr wycked hertes to credite God a right The sonnes of Ephraim wēt out in armes and thought to spoyle Shothyng theyr dartes yet in the daye of warre they toke the foyle For whye they dyd not kepe wyth God the promise that was made Nor yet would walke or leade theyr lyfe accordynge to his trade But they forgate his worckes eke they smally estemed The wonderfull and noble actes that to thē he shewed Wythin the land of Egypt and in the field of Tanim In the syght of theyr fathers were great wonders wrought by him He dyd diuide and cut the sea and brought them through it drye And bade the waters stand as styll as thynges heaped on hye He led thē secret in a cloude by daye when it was bryght And all the nyght when it was darcke wyth fyer he gaue them lyght He brake the rockes in wyldernes gaue the people dryncke As plentifull as when the welles do flowe vp to the bryncke Out of the rocke of stone he brought fresh water streames at nede And made the waters for to rēne lyke great riuers in dede Yet for all this agaynst the Lord theyr synne dyd styll encrease And styrred him that is most hygh to wrath in wyldernes They tempted God wythin theyr hertes lyke people of mistruste When they cried to haue such meate as serued to theyr luste Then sayde they thus agaynst the Lorde in theyr vnfaythfullnes How
name And for to celebrate the Lorde and to encrease his fame To preach his mercie and goodnes erly before the pryme And also to declare his fayth and trueth in the nyght tyme. On the instrument of ten strynges and lute wyth notes sharppe And eke on the lowde instrumentes and also on the harppe For thou O Lorde haste wyth thy worckes made me merie and glad In the worckes of thyne handes I wyll reioyce and not be sadde O Lorde howe greate and myghtie are thy worckes in this worlde rownde Thy counselles are excedynge depe and eke passynge profounde I grosse heade and one of dull wytte doeth not perceyue this thynge Neither hath the fole in this case any vnderstandynge That is that where the wycked do lyke grasse growe and florishe They floryshe to none other ende but for aye to perishe But thou O Lorde art high for aye forlo thy foes do die So manye as delyte to synne do perishe vtterly But myne horne and my strength shall be lyfte vp and set on hye Lyke the horne of an Vnicorne a beaste stronge and myghtie I shall be annoynted wyth oyle that is boeth newe and freshe There shall no cause of feblenes remayne wyth in my fleshe Myne eie shallse his onwe desyre vpon myne enimies And myne eare shal heare lyke of them that do agaynst me rise The iuste shal florish lyke the palme whose leafe is euer grene And shall growe vp lyke ceder trees that in Libane be sene For they beynge set and planted in the house of the Lorde Shall flourishe in the courtes of our God spreade out abrode Yea they shall budde and brynge forth fruite when they are far in age They shall be full of sappe and iuse theyr colour shall not swage That they maye preach the Lord that is my strength to deale iustly And that in him is no deceyte he doeth nothynge awrye The .xciij. Psalme THe Lord is kynge and hath put on magificence princely The Lorde I saye hath put on strength and made himselfe redie Yea the rounde compasse of the earth is made so firme and sure That it shall not threathen to fall but shall stand and endure Thy throne O Lorde and princely seate was appoynted before From the begymynge and thy selfe haste bene for euermore The freshe waters lyfte vp theyr noyse they lyfte it vp on hye Theyr surges theyr waues they do lyfte vp towarde the skye Yea more then the wylde waters and the greate stormes of the sea Such is the great powre of the Lorde that in heauen hath the swea For that thou Lord haste spoken of thyne house fayre and holy The same shall remayne firme true tyme out of memorie The .xciiij. Psalme OH Lorde God thou that plagest them that dolyue wyckedly O thou reuengeynge God I saye shewe thy selfe openly Auaunce thy selfe O thou that arte iudge ouer all the land And let the proude haue theyr iuste hyer rewarde at thyne hand Howe longe howe longe O Lord shall the wycked reioice proudly Shall they all scape and bragge and boste themselues outragiousely O Lord they do freate thy people weare them cleane awaye Such as thou cleymest by byrth ryght they vexe and greue I saye They do kylwydowes and strangers and murder fatherlesse And then they saye the Lorde seeth not Iacobs God hath no gesse Ye doltysh sorte of the people to learne I you aduise Ye foles I saye what tyme shall we se you prudent and wyse Howe should he that hath made the eare lacke the powre of hearynge And how shoulde he that made the eie lacke the sence of seynge He that doeth checke whole nations and teacheth men science Shoulde not the same rebuke you for such force and violence The Lorde hath knowen that all the thoughtes of mans herte are but vayne As are all the inuentions of an inconstante brayne Happie is the man O Lorde whom thou wylt kepe in awe Right so is he whom thou wylt trayne and enstruct in thy lawe That thou maist ordeyne rest for him agaynst the troublouse tyme Whylse the pyte maye be dygged for the vngodly mans crime The Lorde wyl not his owne people reiect or cast awaye And such as he hath made his owne he wyll not leaue for aye Tyll he haue restored iudgment to the rule of iustice Which all that be of pure herte shall folowe in theyr guise Who could haue risen vp for me against the vngodly Or who could stand wyth me agaynst them that lyue wyckedly Except the Lord had holpen me succoured my nede My soule no doubt should haue dwelled emonge the dead wyth spede When I sayde Lorde my fote doeth slyp then dydst thou me sustayne And when my thoughtes dyd trouble me thou contortedste agayne Lorde arte thou lyke in any poynte to men of cruell sawe That do inuent wayes to oppresse vnder coloure of lawe They renne togither agaynst the soule of a man gyltlesse And do pronownce innocent bloud gyltie of wyckednes But vnto me the Lorde standeth for a forte and defence And my God is the strength wherin I put my confidence And he shall requite them theyr synne stroy them vtterly In theyr malice the Lord I saye our God shall them destroye The .xcv. Psalme COme let vs all reioyce and synge to the Lord that is one Let vs synge to the suer grownde of our saluation Let vs preuent him falle downe before his face wyth prease Let vs synge vnto him wyth psalmes and studie him to please For the Lord is a myghtie God a rular a kynge A myghtie kynge aboue all Goddes thatin earth haue rulynge In whose hand are the most secrete and darcke dennes of the grownde And eke the hygh toppes of the hylles where euer they be fownde The sea also is his for he dyd it facion and frame So dyd his hand the continent that lyeth wythin the same Come on therfore let vs honour and fall downe in his syght Let vs knele before our maker that is the Lorde of myght For he is our God and we the people of his pasture And the flocke of his myghtie hand of whom he taketh cure If ye wyll hede his voyce this daye ye shall haue no hard hert As in the tyme when ye stroue tempted me in desert When tyme your fathers tempted me they dyd me throughly trye So dyd they se my worckes also set out before theyr eie This nation dyd I forbeare wyth payne fourty yeres daye So that I sayde they erre in herte and do not knowe my waye Then sware I to them in the Ire greate he ate of my breste That they should neuer enter in to dwel wyth in my reste The .xcvj. Psalme SYnge a newe songe vnto the Lord in faythse ye accorde All ye that dwell vpon the earth synge this songe to the Lorde Synge to the Lorde and prayse his name preath his saluation Tell his glorie and wondrouse worckes in euerie nation For greate and myghtie is the
or do once nodde Tyll I fynde a place for the Lorde and house for Iacobs God Him haue we hearde in Ephrata there haue we heard his sounde And in the fieldes of wyldernes present we haue him founde Go we therfor to his dwellynges throne where he doeth sitte And let vs fall downe and worshyp the stole vnder his fete Arise O Lorde thou that shalt come into thy quiete reste Arise thou I saye and let the arcke of thy powre be preste Let thy priestes put on rightuousenes let thy good men synge And for thy seruant Dauids sake saye not naye to thy kynge The Lorde sware trueth vnto Dauid and wyll it not denie That he would set vpon his throne some fruite of his bealy If thy sonnes shal kepe my comnaunt and lawes that I shall teache Theyr sonnes also shall weare the crowne so longe as tyme doeth reache For the Lorde hath chosen Sion to be his seate sayeinge This is myne euerlastynge rest here shall be my dwellynge For I haue chosen hir and wyll geue hir vitailes plentie And wyth breade wyll I fede hir pore and them all satisfie Hir priestes I wyll indue wyth health they shall be in salftie And the good mē that dwel in hir shal synge reioyceyngly In hir wyll I make Dauids horne his power for to springe And in hir I haue prepared a candle for my kynge Whose enimies I wil endue wyth rebuke and wyth shame But vpon him shall aye florish his crowne diadeame The .cxxxiij. Psalme BEhold howe good a thynge it is howe pleasaunt to see If brothers can dwell togither in all pointes agree It is lyke as if good oyntmēt that smelleth moste swetely Beynge shed on the heade should drope on the bearde by and by The beard I saye of the hygh priest that was named Aharon And should drope on the cape of the garmentes that he had on Lyke the dewe of mounte Hermon that on Sions hille doeth falle Where the Lorde bade blessynge should be and lyfe sempiternall The .cxxxiiij. Psalme BEholde ye seruantes of the Lorde preach ye the Lorde of myght All ye I saye that stande present in the Lordes house by nyght Lyfte vp your handes wyth holines towarde his sanctuarie And preach the Lord shewe forth hys prayse and eke hys greate mercie The Lorde geue the out of Sion welth felicitie The Lorde I saye that made the earth and eke the heauen hye The .cxxxv. Psalme OH ye that be the Lordes seruātes prayse his name without staye Al ye that stāde in the Lordes house our goddes courtes I saye Prayse God for whye the Lord is good syng vnto his name For it is full pleasaunt and good wherfore prayse ye the same For God hath chosen vnto hym Iacob Israell To be hys people and hys flocke thys do I knowe right well For I knowe that the lorde is greate and doeth all goddes excell And doeth all thynges at hys pleasure in heauen earth and in hell Frō al the borders of the earth he draweth vp clowdes I knowe He turneth lyghtnynges into rayne and maketh the wyndes blowe He strake and slewe all the fyrste borne aswell of man as beaste That were of the frye of Egypt where his flocke was oppreste He sent forth signes and eke wōders amyd Thegyptians lande So dyd he to kynge Pharao wyth all his garde or band Manye and sundrye nations he dyd also destroye So dyd he kyll right many kynges moste puisaunt and myghtie He destroyed Sichon himselfe the kynge of Amorrites And Og kynge of Basan wyth all kyngdomes of Chananites And he gaue theyr enheritaunce theyr byrthright I saye To his people that it myght be theyr heritage for aye O Lorde thy name is eternall so is thy memorie Thou shalt neuer be forgotten thy name shall neuer die For the Lorde shall iudge his people he shall reuenge theyr wronge And from his flocke he shall returne wyth a reioyceynge songe The Images of the heathen are of gould and syluer The worcke that mans hand hath brought forth and molten togither For they haue mouthes and do not speake and eies and do not see So haue they eares and do not heare suche worthy thynges they be They haue a nose yet in theyr mouth ther is no breath at all They haue no breath to speake to such as do vpon them call Lyke whom all such men shall be made as do make them certayne And so shall they that put theyr trust in thynges that are so vayne Ye house of Israell I saye preach ye the Lorde therfore And ye house and stocke of Aharon preache the Lorde euer more Ye house and kynred of Leuie ye priestlye nation Preache ye the Lorde O ye that feare the Lorde preach hym eche one The Lorde that hath hys dwellynge in Ierusalem for aye Must haue his prayse out of Sion prayse ye the Lorde I saye The .cxxxvj. Psalme COnfesse confesse vnto the Lorde for he is good I saye Confesse to him for hys goodnes continueth for aye Confesse vnto the God of goddes whose goodnes doeth styll laste Confesse vnto the Lord of lordes whose mercie is not paste Because hys goodnes hath no ende he doeth wonders alone· And by hys wisedome he hath made the heauens euerychone Because his mercie is endlesse he hath lyfted vp grownde Aboue the waters hath made two lyghtes boeth greate and rownde Because hys goodnes hath no ende he made the sunne so bryght To rule the daye eke the mone starres to rule the nyght Because his mercie is endlesse he slewe the fyrste borne all Of the Egyptians and brought Israell out of thralle Because his goodnes hath none ende he dyd this wyth greate myght And wyth an arme that was styfly stretched out in theyr syght Because hys mercie is endlesse he dyd the red sea slyt In sunder and brought Israell salfe and sounde thorowe it Because hys goodnes hath none ende he drowned Pharao ▪ Subuertynge hym in the red sea and hys armie also Because hys mercie is endlesse he led through desert lande His owne people and slewe greate kynges that dyd hys flocke wythstande Because his goodnes hath none ende he slewe kynges moste myghtie Sichon hym selfe that was the kynge of Thamorrites Citie Because hys mercie is endlesse he slewe Og Basans kynge And gaue theyr lande heritage from them and theyr of sprynge Because hys goodnes hath none ende he gaue Ogges lande I saye Vnto hys seruaunt Israell for euer and for aye Because hys mercies endlesse he had vs remembred At such tyme as we were but vyle and were sore oppressed Because hys goodnes hath none ende he hath set vs all cleare From them that were oure enimies as well far of as nere Because hys mercie is endelesse he doeth all beastes feede And geueth to eche lyueynge thynge suche fode as it doeth nede Confesse confesse I saye vnto the God celestiall Whose bountifull goodnes shall laste and be sempiternall The