Myles Coverdale Unto the Christen reader

It greveth me (most deare Reader) wha[n] I consydre the unthankfulnesse of men, not- withstondynge the great abundaunt mer- cy and kyndnesse of almighty God, whiche so plenteously is heaped upon us on every syde. For though Christe oure Savioure goeth now Aboute from place to place, as dilige[n]tly as ever he dyd, teachynge in every countre, and prea- chynge ✠ the Gospell of the kyngdome, healyng Math.4.c. al maner of sicknesses and diseases both of body and concience amonge the people: yet is the un Mar.1.c. thankfulnesse of the worlde so great, that where ten are clensed, and have remission of theyr syn- nes, there is scarse one that co[m]meth agayne un- to Christ, & sayeth: Lorde gramercy, As the poore Luc17.b. Samaritane dyd in the gospel of Luke. ✠ which whan he sawe that he was clensed, turned back agayne, and with a loude voyce praysed God, & fell downe upon his face at Christes fete, & gave hym thankes. ¶ And by this we maye perceaue what causeth us to be so unthankfull as we are: namely, be- cause we do not call to mynde, nether consydre that we are clensed (as this ma[n] dyd). For yf we wold open oure eyes, and remembre well what kynd- nesse it is that the father of mercy hathe shewed us in Christe, and what great benefites he hath done and daylye doth for us in hym and for his sake ✠2r sake, we wolde not onely fall downe upon oure faces & geve hym thankes, but with loude voy- ces wolde we prayse, and in the myddes of the congregacyon wolde we extolle his name, as David & Asaph do almost in every Psalme, for doutles who so beleveth that God loveth him and feleth by his fayth that he hath forgeve[n] him all his synnes, and careth for hym, and delyve- reth him fro[m] evell, who so ever he be (I saye) that feleth this in his hert, shalbe compelled by the spirite of God to breake out into prayse and thankesgivynge therfore: yee he shall not be co[n]- tent, nor fully satisfied in his mynde, tyll other men knowe also what God hath done for hym, but shall crye and call upon them, as David doth, sayenge: ✠ O prayse the Lorde with me, Psal.33.a & let us magnyfie his name together. I sought the Lorde, and he herde me, yee he delyvered me out of all my feare. And in the same Psalme: O taist and se how frendly the Lorde is: blessed is the man the trusteth in hym. And in another place: ✠ O come hither and harken (all the that Psal.65.b. feare God) I wyll tell you what he hath done for my soule. &c

¶ O that men wolde prayse the goodnesse of the Lorde, and the wonders that he doth for the chyl- dren of men. O that we wolde remembre what great thinges the father of mercy hath done, doth dayly, and is ever ready to do for oure soules. O that me[n]s ✠ lippes were so opened, that theyr Psal.50.b mouthes myght shewe the prayse of God. Yee ✠ 11. wolde ✠2v wolde God that oure mynstrels had none other thynge to playe upo[n], nether oure carters & plow men other thynge to whistle upon, save Psal- mes, hymnes, and soch godly songes as David is occupied with all. And yf women syttynge at theyr rockes, or spynnynge at the wheles, had none other songes to passe theye tyme withall, Exo.15.1.Reg.2.aJu.5.aLuc.1d tha[n] soch as ✠ Moses sister, Elchanas wife, Deb bora, and Mary the mother of Christ have long before the[m], they shulde be better ocupied, then with hey nony nony, hey troly loly, &c soch lyke fantasies.

¶ Of yonge men also that have the gyfte of syn gynge, toke theyr plearure in soch wholsome ba lettes, as ✠ the thre chyldren synge in the fyre,⁊ as ✠ Jesus the sonne of Syzac doth in his last Dan.3Eccle.,51.a. chapter, it were a token, both that they felt some sparke of Gods love in theyr hertes, and that they also had some love unto hym, for truly as we love, so commeth oure myrth and joye. Wha[n] oure hertes are tangled with the vaine lustes of this corrupte worlde, than, yf we be mery and are de- sposed to gladnesse, our myrth is nothynge but wantonesse and inordinate pastyme, And when we are sad, oure hevynes is ether dedperacyon, or els some carefulnes of this vayne worlde

Contrary wyfe, yf ouree myndes be fyxed up- on God, and we subdued to the holy desyres of his sprete, the[n], lyke as oure hertes are occupied in the meditacyon of his goodnes & love whiche he ✠3r he beareth towarde us, even so are our tonges exercysed in the prayse of his holy name: So that when we are mery, oure pastyme and pleasure, oure joye, myrth and gladnesse is all of hym. And as for oure hevines, whe[n] we are sad (as every Eccle.3.a. thyng must have a tyme) it is eyther pacie[n]ce in trouble, repentau[n]ce for offences done in tyme past, compassyon upon other men, or els mournynge for oure owne infirmities, because oure body of synne provoketh us so oft to do the wyll of the fleshe. And thus God causeth both the myrth and sorowe of them that love hym, to worke for theyr profite, ✠ as all other thynges turne to Ro.8.d theyr best.

¶ Seynge then that (✠ as the prophete David Psal.148.a. sayeth) it is so good and pleasaunt a thynge to prayse the Lorde, & so expedie[n]t for us to be thankfull, therefore to geve oure youth of Englonde some occasion to chaunge theyr foule and corrupte balettes into swete songes and spirituall hymnes of Gods honoure, and for theyr owne consolacion in hym, I have here (good reader) set out certayne co[m]fortable songes grounded on Gods worde, and taken some out of the holy scripture specyally out of the Psalmes of David, at who[m] wolde God that oure Musicians wolde lerne to make theyr songes: & that they which are disposed to be mery, wolde in theyr myrth folowe the cou[n]cell Coll.3. of Saynt Paule and Saynt James, and not Jac.5. to passe theyr tyme in naughty songes of fleshly love and wa[n]tonesse, but with syngynge of Psal- mes ✠3v mes and soch songes as edifye, & corruppe not mens conversacyon.

¶ As for the come[n] sorte of balettes which now are used in the world, I reporte me to every good mans co[n]scie[n]ce what wycked frutes they brynge. Corruppe they not the maners of yonge perso- nes? Do they not tangle them in the snares of unclennesse? Yes truly, and blynde so the eyes of theyr understondynge, that they can nether thynke wel in theyr hertes, nor outwardly entre into the waye of godly and vertuous lyvynge. I nede not rehearce what evell ensamples of ydelnesse, corrupte talkyng (and all soch vyces as folowe the same) are geven to yonge people thorow soch unchristen songes. Alas the worlde is all to full of vicious and evell lyvers alredy. It is no nede to cast oyle in the fyre. ✠ Oure owne Gen.6. nature provoketh us to vyces (God knoweth) all to sore. No man nedeth entysynge therto.

¶ Seying then that we are ✠ commaunded, not 1.Jo.2. to love this worlde nether the lustes therof: seyng (I saye) that all the pleasures and joyes that ye Psal.61.b. worlde can imagyn, ✠ are but vanite, & vanyshe awaye as doth the smoke: what cause have we then to rejoyse so moch therin? Why do we not rather take these worldly lustes for oure very enemyes, that stoppe the waye betwixte us & that everlasting joye which is prepared for us in heaven? why do we not rather seke the thynges that are above, where Christe is at the rygth hande of God ✠ as saint Paule sayeth? Col.3. Wher-

¶ Wherefore ✠ Let not the wyseman rejoyse in his wysedome, nor the stronge ma[n] in his stre[n]gth Jer.9. nether the ryche man in his ryches (yee I dare be bolde to warne them that wyll be counceled) let not the courtyer rejoyse in his balettes, let not youth take theyr lust and pastyme in wantones & ignoraunce of God, or in myspendynge the fru- tes of theyr fathers laboure: but let us altoge ther (from the most unto the least) be glad, rejoyce and be mery even from our herte rotes, that we have gotten the knowledge of the Lorde among us, the were are sure of his love and favoure, & ✠ that our names are written in heaven. Luc. 10.

¶ The chyldre[n] of Israel in the olde tyme that wha[n] Exo.15. God had delyvered them from theyr enemyes, gave thankes unto hym, and made theyr songe of hym, as thou seist by Moses, Barac, David, Judi.5. and other mo. Why shulde not we then make ou- 2.Reg.22.a. re songes and myrth of God aswell as theyrs? Hath he not done as moche for us as for them? Hath he not delyvered us fro[m] as great troubles as them? Yes doutlesse. Why shulde he not then be oure pastyme as well as theyrs?

¶ As for soche Psalmes as the scrippture descry- beth, (besyde the great co[n]solacyon that they brynge into the herte of the spiritual synger) they do not only cause hym to spende his tyme well be exer- cysynge hym selfe in the swete worde of God. but thorow soch ensamples they provoke other men also unto the prayse of God and the vertuous lyvynge. And this is the very ryght use wherefore Psal-

Psalmes shulde be songe: namely, to comforte a mans herte in God, to make hym thankfull (& to exercyse hym in his worde, to corage hym in the waye of godlynesse, a[n]d to provoke other me[n] unto the same. By this thou mayest perceave, what spirituall edifienge co[m]meth of godly Psal mes and songes of Gods worde: and inco[n]- venience foloweth the corrupte ballettes of this vayne worlde.

¶ Now (beloved Reader) thou seist the occasy- on of this my small laboure. Where if thou perceavest, that the very word of God is that ma- ster thereof, I praye the accepte it, use it, and pro- voke youth unto the same. And if thou felest in thi- cy hert, that all the lordes dealynge is very mer- ry & kyndnes, cease not then to be thankfull unto hym therefore: but in the myrth be always syn- gyng of him, that his blessed name may be pray- sed now and ever. Amen.

¶ To the holy Goost.

¶ O holy spirite our co[m]fortoure

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For grace & help

lorde now we call

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Teach us to know Christ

our savyoure

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And his fathers mercy over all

From his swete worde let us not fall.

But lyft

A.i. A1vGoostly psalmes

up our hertes alway to the

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That we may re

ceave it thankfully

¶ Now seynge we are come together

To heare the wordes of verite

In understandynge be thou guyder

That we may folowe the voyce of the

From straunge lernynge lorde kepe us fre

That we thorowe them be not begyled

Kepe our understandynge undefyled

¶ We praye the also blessed lorde

Enflame our hertes so with thy grace

That in our lyves we folowe thy worde

And one forgeve anothers trespace

To amende our lyves lorde geve us space

With thy godly frutes endewe us all

That from thy worde we never fall

A2rand spirituall songes.Fo.ii.

¶ Let us not have thy worde onely

In our mouthe and in our talkynge

But both in dede and verite

Let us shewe it in our lyvynge

Make us frutefull in every thynge

And in good workes so to encreace

That whyle we lyve we may the please.

¶ O lorde lende us thy strength and power

To mortifie all carnall luste

In all our trouble sende us succour

That we faynt not in the to truste

And make us stronge to suffre with Christe

Beynge pacient in adversite

And in all thynges thankfull to the.

Another of the same.

Come holy spirite moste blessed lorde

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Fulfyl

oure hartes nowe with thy grace

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And make

A.ii. A2vGoostly Psalmes

our myndes of one accorde

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Kyndle them with

love in every place

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O Lorde thou forgevest

our trespace

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And callest the folke of everye

countre

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To the ryght fayth and truste of thy

A3rand spirituall songesFo.iii.

grace

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That they may gyve thankes & synge to

the.

Alleluya / Alleluya.

O holy lyght moste principall

The worde of lyfe shewe unto us

And cause us to know God over all

For our owne father moste gracious

Lorde kepe us from lernyng venyinous

That we folowe no masters but Christe

He is the verite, his worde sayth thus

Cause us to let in hym our truste

Alleluya / Alleluya.

O holy fyre and conforth moste swete

Fyll our hertes with fayth and boldnesse

To abyde by the in colde and hete

Content to suffre for ryghtuousnesse

O lorde geve strengthe to our weaknesse

A.iii. A3vGoostly psalmes

And sende us helpe every houre

That we may overcome all wyckednesse

And brynge this olde Adam under thy power

Alleluya / alleluya.

Another of the same.

Thou holy spirite we pray to the

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strengthe

our fayth and increace it alway

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Co[m]forth our

hertes in adversite

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With trewe beleve bothe

A4rand spirituall songesFo.iiii

nyght and daye.

Kirieleyson.

¶ Thou worthy lyght that art so cleare

Teache us Christe Jesu to knowe alone

That we have never cause to feare

In hym to have redempcyon.

Kirieleyson.

¶ Thou swete love graunt us altogether

To be unfayned in charite

That we may all love one another

And of one mynde alwaye to be.

Kirieleyson.

¶ Be thou our confortoure in all nede

Make us to feare nether death nor shame

But in the treuth to be stablyshed

That Sathan put us not to blame.

Kirieleyson.

Unto the Trenite.

God the father dwel us by

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And let us never

A4vGoostly Psalmes

do amysse

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geve us grace with wyll to dye

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&

make us redy to thy blysse

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from the devels

myght & power

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kepe us in fayth every houre

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and ever let us buylde on the

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with hole herte

B1rand spirituall songesFo.v.

trustynge stedfastly

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our fleshe is weake

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the

devell is stronge

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he wolde overthrowe us e-

ver amonge

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without the can we never spede

nowe helpe us therefore in our nede

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Amen

B.i. B1vGoostly psalmes

Amen let it be so

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the[n] shall we synge Alleluya.

¶ Jesu Christ now dwell us by /

And let us never do amysse. &c.

¶ Holy Goost now dwell us by /

And let us never do amysse. &c.

The ten commaundementes of God.

These are the holy commaundementes ten

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which God our lorde gave so strately

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by mo-

B2rand spirituall songes.Fo.vi.

ses his servaunte unto all men

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upon the hygh

hyll of Sinai.

Kirieleyson.

✱¶ Thou shalt have none other God but me

Set thou thy trust in me alone

Exo.20.a.

Love and dred me unfaynedly

With harte and mynde at all season.

Kirieleyson.

¶✱ Thou shalt not take my name in vayne

But call onit in all thy nede

Deut.5.b.

From others and lyes thou shalt refrayne

That my name be not dishonoured

Kirieleyson.

¶ The Saboth day halowe thou to me

As I rested fro my wakynge

Heb,4.b

So cease thou from all vanite

That I maye worke in the all thynge.

Kirieleyson.

B.ii. B2vGoostly psalmes

✱¶ Honoure thy father and mother also

Ephe.6.a.

With men that are in auctorite

‡ Obeye them all where ever thou go

Roma.13.a.

So shall thy lyfe be longe truely.

Kirieleyson.

✱¶ Thou shalt not kyll nor hate any man

Math.5.c.

Nor yet beare malyce in thy mynde

‡ Do thy enemyes the best thou can

Roma.12.c.

And to all men Se thou be kynde.

Kirieleyson.

Math.5.e.

¶ Thy wedlocke shalt thou kepe truly

And helpe other men to do the same

✱ That whordome and dishonestie

Hebre.13.a.

Maye be distroyed and put to blame

Kirieleyson.

¶ Thou shalt not steale thy neghbours good

Nor get it with FalSe marchaundyse

✱ But worke with thyne hande to get thy food

Ephe.4.c.

And to Sustayne the poore helplesse.

Kirieleyson.

¶ Agaynst no man heare false witnesse

And speake no evell to hurte his name.

✱ But yf he fall thorowe his weaknesse

Gal.6.a.

Do thou thy best to cover his shame.

Kirieleyson.

¶ Thou shalt not thy neghbours houSe desyre

His wyfe, seruaunt, nor mayde also

But shalt be glad his good to forbeare

Math.7.a.

As thou thy selfe woldest be done to.

Kirieleyson.

Another of the same.

Man ✱ wylt thou lyve ryght vertuously

/

and

Math.19.c.

with god reygne eternally

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then must thou

kepe these co[m]maundementes ten

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that god co[m]m-

maunded to all men.

Kirieleyson.

✱¶ I am thy god and lorde alone

Exo.20,a.B.iii. B3vGoostly psalmes

Without me shalt thou other have none

Thy harte shall trust on me alwaye

Love and feare me both nyght and daye

Kirieleyson

¶ Thou shalt honoure my name with spede

And call on it in all thy nede

✠ Thou shalt halowe the Saboth daye

Heb.4b.

That I maye worke in the alwaye

Kirieleyson.

✱¶ Honoure thy father and mother also

Math,15.a.

Obey thou them where ever thou go

‡ No mans persone desyre to kyll

Math.5.c.

✱ And thy wedlocke shalt thou fulfyll

Kirieleyson.

Heb.13.a.

‡ From thy neghboure steale thou nothynge

✱ nor false witnesse agaynst hym brynge

Ephe.4.c.

Thy neghbours houSe thou shalt not desyre

His wyfe and good shalt thou forbeare

Exo.20.b.

Kirieleyson.

The Crede.

We beleve all upon one God

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maker of he-

B4rand spirituall songes.Fo.viii.

ven and erth he is truly

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oure father deare he

hath hym made

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ye we all his chyldren myght be

he provydeth for us dayly

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body and soule de-

fe[n]deth he stro[n]gly

/

al mysfortune shal fro[m] us fle

/ B4vGoostly Psalmes

no harme shall happen to any of us

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he careth

for us both day & nyght

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he is oure keper most

gracyous

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al thyng[es] sto[n]de i[n] his power & myght

¶ We beleve all on Christe Jesu

His owne sonne and oure lorde most deare

John[n].14.a.

✱ Which in godhead, power and vertue

Is alway lyke to his father

‡ Of the glorious virgyn Mary

Luc.2.a.

Was he borne a man undoutedly

✱ Thorowe the holy goostes workyng fre

Math.1.c. C1rand spirituall songes.Fo.ix.

‡ For us deed and buried truely

Mar.15.d.e.

He rose vp the thyrde daye alone

‡ To heaven ascended he myghtely

✱ Mar.16.a.

✱ And shall come to judge us echone.

¶ We beleve all on the holy goost

‡ Luc.[24].d.

Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite

In all oure trouble oure conforte most

✱ Math.25.c.

And in all oure adversite

‡ One holy church beleve we all

✱ 1. Jo5.a.

Which is fylled with sayntes great and small

And for synne can it never fall

‡ Eph.4.a.

✱ Of synnes there is clene remission

‡ Oure flesh shall aryse without doutynge

✱ Joh.20.c.

There is prepared for us everychone

✱ A lyfe that is everlastynge

‡ 1. Cor15.e.

Another of the same.

In God I trust, for so I must,

he hath made

heaven and earth also,

my father is he, his

C.i. C1vGoostly psalmes

chylde am I

/

my conforte he is

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I have no

mo.

In all my nede he maketh me spede

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his

power is with me alwaye

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to helpe me every

daye.

There is no evell can have his wyll a-

C2rand spirituall songes.Fo.x.

gaynst my health nor yet my wealth

/

but it

muste come to my furtheraunce.

He is my

kynge

/

ye ruleth all thynge

/

ye devell can make

no hynderaunce.

C.ii. C2vGoostly psalmes

¶ So do I trust on Jesu Christ

Math.1.c.

His sonne ✱ conceaued of the holy goost

‡ Borne of Marye a virgin fre

Lu.2.a

For all my synnes to paye the cost

✱ For deed was he and buried truely

Mar.15.d.a

The gates of hell hath he broken

And heaven hath he made open

✱ He rose truely, the thyrde daye fre

1, Cor.15.a.

‡ He went up ryght, to the father of myght

✱ And shall apeare at domes daye

Mar.16.c.

‡ For judge shall he, all the worlde truely

And dryve myne enemyes all awaye.

‡ Act.1.b.

¶ I also truste, on the holy goost

✱ Lyke the father and sonne in Trenite

1.Joh5.a.

My conforth best in all evell rest

In all my nede my chefest remedie

A church holy, I beleve truely

Which is but one generall

For synne can it never fall

A company of sayntes they be

Of synfulnesse ✱ true forgyvenesse

Joh.20.c,

Is from amonge them never

✱ Oure fleshe verely shall ryle in glory

1.Cor,15.e.

So shall we lyve with God for ever.

Amen.

Of the Pater noster.

C3rand spirituall songesFo.xi.

O father ours celestiall

,

we praye to the,

thou

wylt have us on the to call

,

in spirite and verite

Thy godly name be sanctified in great ho-

noure

/

amonge us all

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and halowed

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also eve-

C.iii. C3vGoostly Psalmes

ry houre.

The kyngdome of thy grace drawe

nye that thou mayst dwell alwaye in us

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with

thy holy spirite continually

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that we remayne

not vicious

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but as thou hast geve[n] us thy sprete

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so let us ever do good thorowe it.

¶ We praye the also blessed Lorde

✱ Let thy wyll be done

Act.21.b.

Amongst us here with one accorde

As in heaven all season

Math.6.b

And let us never oure wyll fulfyll

But thyne alway

Luc.11.a.

For ours is wycked and geven to evell

Truely both nyght and daye

Gene.6.a.

‡ And geve us ever oure dayly bred

Both for oure body and soule also

Math.6.b.

And let us with thy worde be fed

That we be never kepte therfro

Luc11.a.

Lorde sende us true sheperdes therfore

To fede us thy shepe evermore

✱¶ Forgeve oure dettes and synfulnesse

Lorde we the praye

Math.6.b

Where we have greved the more or lesse

Ether by nyght or daye

For we forgeve them that greve us

Or do us evell

Math.18.c.

Trustynge that thou wylt be gracyous

✱ Thy promyse to fulfyll

Math.6.b.

In no tentacyon Lorde us brynge

Nor suffre us for to fall from the

But be oure helpe in every thynge

C4vGoostly psalmes

And kepe us from all joperdy

Both of our body and soule also

And delyver us where ever we go.

Luc.11.a.

Another of the same.

O oure father celestiall

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now are we come to

praye to the

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we are thy chyldren therfore we

call

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hear us father mercyfully.

Now blessed

D1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xiii.

be thy godly name

/

& ever amonge us sa[n]ctified

there is none other but this same

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whereby

mankynde must be saved.

Kirieleyson.

✱¶ Thy kyngdome come / reigne thou in us

For to expell all synne awaye

Mathe6.b.

Let not Sathan dwell in thy house

To put the forth by nyght nor day

Fulfylled be thy godly wyll

✱ Amonge us all for it is ryght

Luc.11.a.

As they in heven do it fulfyll

So let us do both daye and nyght

Act.21.

Kirieleyson.

D.i. D1vGoostly psalmes

✱¶ Oure dayly bred geve us this daye

Luc.11.a.

And let us never perysh for nede

✱ The litle byrdes thou fedest alwaye

Math.6.c.

Thyne owne chyldren than must thou fede

Oure dettes are great forgeve us Lorde

Math.18.c

As we oure detters all forgeve

And let us alwaye be restored

To thy mercy that we may lyve.

Kirieleyson.

Tentacyon is sore in use

And strongly now are we proved

Good Lorde thou mayst us not refuse

We praye the with us to abyde

Nat that alone, but helpe us out

From parels all and joperdy

Let no evell sprete put us in doute

Of thy favoure and great mercy.

Kirieleyson.

Be glad now all ye Christen men.

Be glad now all ye christen men

/

and let us re

joyse unfaynedly.

The kyndnesse can not be

D2rand spirituall songes.Fo.xiiii.

written with penne

/

that we have receaved of

gods mercy, whole love to warde us hath ne

ver ende

/

he hath done for us as a frende

/

now

let us thanke hym hartely.

¶ I was a prysoner of the devell

With death was I also utterly lost

Ro.5.bD.ii. D2vGoostly psalmes

My synnes drov me dayly to hell

✱ Therin was I borne this may I bost

I was also in them over ryfe

Psal.50.a.

✱ There was no vertue in my lyfe

To take my pleasure I spared no cost.

Psal.13.a.

¶ Unto my workes I trusted to sore

Roma.3.b.

✱ But they coulde not helpe nor yet fre wyll

My herte was not the better therfore

Ro.3.c.

✱ For I was alwaye geven to evell

Gene.6.a.

My conscience drove me to despayre

It was so vexed all with feare

There was no helpe but synke to hell.

¶ Than God eternall had pitie on me

To ryd me fro my wyckednesse

✱ He thought of his plenteous great mercy

Luc.i.f.

‡ And wolde not leave me comfortlesse

Ephe.1.a.

He turned to me his fatherly herte

And wolde I shulde with hym have parte

Of all his costly ryches.

¶ He spake to his deare beloved sonne

The tyme is nowe to have mercye

Thou must be mans redempcyon

And lowse hym from captivite

Thou must hym helpe from trouble of synne

From paynfull death thou must hym wynne

That he may lyve eternally

Phil.2.a.

✱¶ Gods sonne was redy so to do

D3rand spirituall songesFo.xv.

‡ Into this worlde he cam to me

1. Tim.1.c.

Borne of a virgyn pure also

Because he thought my ‡ brother to be

Lu.2.a

✱ For in my shape he dyd apeare

heb.2.c

Me to delyver whole from feare

Phil.2.a.

And from all evell to make me fre

These lovynge wordes he spake to me

I wyll delyver thy soule from payne

I am desposed to do for the

And to myne owne selfe the to retayne

Joh14.a.

Thou shalt be with me for thou art myne

And I with the for I am thyne

Soch is my love I can not layne

¶ They wyll shed out my precyous bloude

And take way my lyfe also

Which I wyll suffre all for thy good

Beleve this sure where ever thou go

For I wyll yet ryse up agayne

Math.20.b.

Thy synnes I beare though it be payne

To make the safe and fre from wo.

I wyll go from this worldly lyfe

Joh.16.a.

To my deare father with hym to lyve

Yet am I with the in batell and stryfe

Oure spirite of trueth I wyll the geve

Which shall the conforte in hevynes

And lede the into godlynes

Thus wyll I all thy synnes forgyve

D.iii. D3vGoostly Psalmes

✱¶ Soch thynges as I have taught and done

Shalt thou both teach and do also

Math.28.c.

Geve thankes for thy redempcyon

And knowledge my worde where ever thou go

And kepe the well from straunge lernynge

Which maye the to destruction brynge

So wyll I never departe the fRo.

Now our health is come from above

Now is oure helth come from above

/

for god

hath shewed us his mercy

/

we can not deserve

to have his love

/

yet Christ hath brought us li

D4rand spirituall songes.Fo.xvi.

berte fro[m]al our sines & wickednes

/

our naugh

tie lyfe & wa[n]to[n]nes

/

& wyl not co[n]de[m]ne us truly

¶ What god had commaunded in the lawe

Were we not sufficient for to do

Act.15.b.

For oure stomakes it was to rawe

Gods wrath reigned in us also

Ephe.2.a.

‡ Oure flesh was weake it had no myght

We coulde not geve the sprete his ryght

‡ Rom:8.a.

Oure flesh wolde not consent therto.

¶ Yet had we a false meanyng therbye

And thought the lawe was geven therfore

As who saye we were all so fre

Gods lawe to fulfyll evermore

The lawe is but a scolemaster,

Which doth oure naturall evell declare

Gal.3.d.

That causeth us to synne so sore

¶ For all this must the lawe be done

D4vGoostly psalmes

Els had we ben all utterly lost

✱ Therfore hath god sent his deare sonne

Gal.4.a.

Which was made man to paye the cost

‡ The hole lawe hath he well fulfylled

Math.5.b.

His fathers anger hath he stylled

To do it els no man coulde boost.

✱¶ The lawe therfore sheweth us oure synne

And smytteth oure conscience to the grounde

Rom.7.b.

But whan the gospell commeth therin

It lyfteth us vp and maketh us sounde

✱ Oure synne is great but mercy is more

Ro.5.c

Oure conscience oft doth greve us sore

But Christe hath stopped that bloudy wounde.

¶ Whan I consyder this in my mynde

What God in Christ hath done for me

I can in no wyse be unkynde

Nor use my selfe unchristenly

I am compelled godly to lyve

My neghboures fautes to forgeve

✱ As Christ dyd for me mercyfully

Ephe.4.c,

¶ So are good workes the very frute

Of hym that beleveth stedfastly

A good tre with good frutes breaketh out

✱ As the gospell doth testifie

For lyke as fayth hangeth whole on God

To shulde oure workes do other men good

✱ For fayth without them can not be

Math.7.b.

E1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xvii.

¶ O heavenly father graunt thy grace

✱ Thy name in us to be sanctified

Thy kyngdome come / thy wyll alwayes

Math.6.b,

Amonge us all be fulfylled

Fede us and forgeve all oure evell

Luc.11.a.

Lede us not in tentacion styll

From evell delyver us at oure nede.

Christ is the only sonne of god.

Christ is the only sonne of God

/

the father e-

ternall

/

we have in Jesse fou[n]de this rod

/

god

& man naturall

/

he is the mornynge starre

/E.i. E1vGoostly psalmes

his beames sendeth he out farre

/

beyonde o-

ther starres all.

✱¶ He was for us a man borne

Lu.2.a.

In the last parte of tyme

yet kepte she may maydenheade unforlorne

His mother that bare hym

He hath hell gates broken

And heaven hath he made open

Bryngynge us lyfe agayne.

¶ Thou onely maker of all thynge

Thou everlastynge lyght

From ende to ende all rulynge

By thyne owne godly myght.

Turne thou oure hartes unto the

And lyghten them with the verite

That they erre not from the ryght

E2rand spirituall songes.Fo.xx.

¶ Let us increace in love of the

And in knowledge also

That we belevynge stedfastly

✱ Maye in spirite serve the so

That we in oure hartes maye savoure

Joh.4.c.

Thy mercy and thy favoure

And to thyrst after no mo.

¶ Awake us lorde we praye tho

Thy holy spirite us geve

Which maye oure olde man mortifie

That oure new man maye lyve

So wyll we alwaye thanke the

That shewest us so great mercye

And oure synnes dost forgeve.

Media vita

In the myddest of oure lyvynge

/

death co[m]pa-

seth us rou[n]de about

/

who shuld us now sucour

E.ii. E2vGoostly psalmes

brynge

by whose grace we maye come out,

even thou lorde Jesu alone.

It doth our har-

tes sore greve truly

/

that we have offe[n]ded the,

O lorde god most holy

/

O lord god most migh

E3rand spirituall songes.Fo.xix.

tie

/

O holy & mercyfull savioure

/

thou most

worthy god eternal

l /

suffre us not at oure last

houre

/

for any death fro[m] the to fall.

Kirieleyson.

¶ In the myddest of oure dyenge

We are vexed with helles payne

Who shulde helpe us out of this thynge

With stronge fayth to resyste it agayne

Even thou lorde Jesu alone

For whan we crye and call on the

Thou art moved than with mercye

E3vGoostly Psalmes

O lorde god most holy

O lorde god most myghtye

O holy and mercyfull Savioure

Thou most worthy god eternall

Suffre us not at oure last houre

For any hell from the to fall.

Kirieleyson.

¶ In the myddest of oure helles payne

Oure owne synnes vexe us greatly

Who shulde save us from desayre agayne

That we maye holde by thy mercy

Even thou lorde Jesu alone

For thy deare bloude ryght plenteously

Was shed out for oure synnes frely

O lorde god most holy

O lorde god most myghtie

O holy and mercyfull savioure

Thou most worthy god eternall

Suffre us not at oure last houre

Thorow despare from the to fall

Kirieleyson.

By Adams fall.

By Adams fall was so forlorne

/

the whole na

E4r>and spirituall songes.Fo.xviii.

ture of ma[n]kynde

/

ye were poysoned or we

were borne

/

& no helpe therto could we fynde

/

Tyll Christ Jesu

/

by his vertue for oure dette

his deare bloude had spent

/

that we were

E4vGoostly psalmes

in by Adams synne

/

whan he brake gods com

maundement.

✱¶ Seynge Eve was sore begyled

Ge.3.a.

By the serpentes tentacyon

Because she gods worde despysed

Brought mankynde to destruccyon

Agaynst this dede

It was great nede

That god shulde us to comforte geve

✱ His owne deare sonne

Ro.8.d.

And ‡ mercy troane

Ro.3.b.

By whose death we all myght lyve.

✱ Lyke as in Adam a straunge det

Ro.5.b

Dad brought us to destruccyon

So are we now delyvered from it

In Christ oure ryght salvacyon

F1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxi.

Lyke as we all

By Adams fall

Were ordened with ryght to dye

So in gods sonne

Redempcyon

Have we founde eternally.

✱¶ So dyd he then geve us his sonne

Ro.5.a

When we were yet his enemyes

‡ Which for us on the crosse was done

Math.27.d.

And so the thyrde daye dyd aryse

‡ To justifie

1.Cor.15.a.

Eternally

All us that trust fast on his myght

Ro.4.d.

Why shulde we than

Drede any payne

He is now oure owne by ryght

¶ He is his fathers eternall worde

The waye / the lyfe / and verite

Joh.14.a.

He is the Savioure and the lorde

Whome he hath geven us frely

To be oure health

Oure helpe and wealth

And not to truste in any man

Psal.61.b

For there is none

But he alone

That us sucoure or comforth can

✱¶ Man is all wicked by nature

There is no helpe with hym to fynde

Ge.6.aF.i. F1vGoostly psalmes

Who seketh helpe in a creature

And not in god with harte and mynde

He buyldeth on sonde

And may not stonde

Whan tyme cometh of tentacyon

✱ Therfore to trest

Psal.117.a.

on god is best

And the most sure foundacyon.

✱¶ He that hopeth on god stedastly

Roma.10.b.

Shall never be confounded

For doutles gods worde can not ley

Though all men shuld resist it

Great trouble and care

Is every where

This worldes sorowe is infinite

yet sawe I never

Hym perysh for ever

That fast on gods worde trusted

¶ O lorde I praye the hartely

For thy great mercyfull kyndnesse

✱ Thy wholsome worde take not fro me

Psal.118.f.

Because of my unthankfulnesse

✱ My synne is great

Psal.37.a.

I knowlege it

‡ But thy mercy excelleth all thynge

Psal.144.a.

Therfore wyll I

Hope styll in the

Eccl.2.

To thy blysse that thou mayest me brynge.

Wake up wake up in gods name

/

thou wor-

thy fayre christente

/

and shewe thy brydgro-

mes great fame

/

for that he hath done to the

/

which hath his worde now sent

/

and opened

F.ii. F2vGoostly psalmes

it once agayne

/

as thou mayest se in many a

place

/

where now is preached his grace

/

so tru

ly and so playne

¶ Thy olde enemye that Sathan

✱ The father of all lesynge

Jo.8.d.

Seketh all the meanes that he can

The verite downe to brynge

If any man speake therof

It must cost hym his bloude

For many soch men he dryveth awaye

And some he slayeth now every daye

Yet all doth hym no good.

F3rand spirituall songesFo.xxiii.

¶ He can not leve his cruelnesse

But threateneth daye and nyght

His mynde is whole the to oppresse

That thou mayest feare his myght

But stonde thou fast in god

O worthy fayre Christente

He is thy helpe and sucoure

Who so doth the displeasure

✱ He toucheth gods owne eye.

zacha.2

¶ Beholde how god hath ever done

For Israell in theyr nede

He drowned kynge Pharao rhyght sone

Exo.14.f.

With all that them troubled

‡ The walles of Hierico fell

Josue.6.d.

So sone as gods folke came

Thy lorde god is so myghty

That he can helpe the swyftly

And put thy foes to blame.

¶ The Madianites dyd all theyr best

To trouble gods people deare

The Amaleckes wolde not let them rest

But helde them styll in feare

Israell cryed to god

Which helped them lovyngly

By Gedeon his servaunt

There fell a hundreth thousande

Judic[um]9.c.

And twenty thousande truly.

¶ Remembre how god kepte David

✱ From Saul that wicked kynge

1.Reg.23.e.F.iii. F3vGoostly Psalmes

How oft he hym delyvered

‡ Which caused David to synge

2.Reg,22.a.

✱ He had also great harme

Even of his naturall sonne

2.Reg.15.b.

That made great laboure hym to slaye

But god delyvered hym alwaye

✱ And hanged fayre Absalon.

2,Reg.18.b.

¶ Note also how god helped

The good kynge Abia

And hym strongly delyvered

From Hieroboam alwaye

Though he was sore vexed

Of hym a longe season

✱ As sone as he complayned

Fyve hundreth thousande were slayne deed

2.Par.13.c.

And all destroyed ryght sone

¶ So hath god helped ryght well

Assa that faythfull kynge

That we his sucoure myght fele

In every troublous thynge

His enemyes were many

And stronge in all mens syght

✱ A thousande tymes a thousand

Yet were they not so stronge to stande

2 Pa.14.c.

But fell all thorow gods myght.

¶ Consyder how god delyvered

The kynge Ezechiam

Which was very oft sore threatened

F4rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxiiii.

With Sennacherib by name

Of thousandes even an hundreth

4.Re.19.g.

Foure score and. v. he brought

Yet were they sone destroyed than

Esa.27.f.

Gods aungell slewe them every man

And brought them all to nought.

2.Par.32.d

¶ Heare to how strongly god fought

For his kynge Iosaphat

When Ammon all his power brought

2.Par.20.a.

And Moabs hoost was therat

Israel called to God

He was theyr helpe onely

The heythen were so plaged

That on dyd slaye another deed

Gods folke gat the victory.

¶ Thus all gods enemyes peryshed

God slewe them all sodenly

His hande is not yet shortened

O worthy fayre Christente

He can the well defende

Thy heeres are tolde truly

Let Sathan do all that he maye

Yf thou holde fast gods worde alwaye

He shall not forsake the.

I call on the lorde Jesu Christe.

F4vGoostly psalmes

I call on the lorde Jesu Christ

/

I have none

other helpe but the.

My herte is never set at

rest

/

tyll thy swete worde have comforted me.

A stedfast fayth graunt me therfore

/

to holde

G1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxv.

by thy worde evermore

/

above all thynge, ne-

ver resistynge

/

but to increace in fayth more

and more.

¶ Yet once agayne I call on the

Heare my request o mercyfull lorde

I wolde fayne hope on thy mercye

And can not be therto restored

Excepte thou with thy grace oppresse

My blynde and naturall weknesse

Cause me therfore

To hope evermore.

G.i. G1vGoostly psalmes

Or thy mercy and swete promises

¶ Lorde prynte into my harte and mynde

Thy holy spirite with ferventnesse

That I to the be not unkynde

But love the without faynednesse

Let nothynge drawe my mynde from the

But ever to love the ernestly

Let not my harte

Unthankfully departe

From the ryght love of thy mercye

¶ Geve me thy grace lorde I the praye

To love myne enemyes hartely

Now be it they trouble me alwaye

And for thy cause do slaundre me

Yet Jesu Christ for thy goodnesse

Fyll my harte with forgevenesse

That whyle I lyve

I maye them forgeve

That do offende me more or lesse.

¶ I am compased all rounde aboute

With sore and stronge tentacyon

Therfore good lorde delyver me out

From all this wycked nacyon

The devell/ the wordle / my fleshe also

Therfore wolde I

Now fayne delyvered be

Thy helpe I seke lorde and no mo.

G2rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxvi.

¶ Now seist thou lorde what nede I have

I have none els to complayne to

Therfore thy holy goost I crave

To be my guyde where ever I go

That in all my adversite

I forget not the love of the

But as thou lorde

Hast geven me thy worde

Let me therin both lyve and dye.

Of the byrth of Christ.

Now blessed be thou Christ Jesu

/

thou art

man borne this is true

/

the Aungels made

a mery noyse

/

yet have we more cause to re-

G.ii. G2vGoostly psalmes

joyse Kirieleyson.

¶ The blessed sonne of god onely

✱ In a crybbe full poore dyd lye

Lu.2.a

With oure poore flesh and oure poore bloude

Was clothed that everlastynge good

Kirieleyson.

¶ Be that made heaven and earth of nought

In oure fleshe hath oure health brought

✱ For oure sake made he hym selfe full small

Phil.2.a.

That reigneth lorde and kynge over all

Kirieleyson.

✱ Eternall lyght doth now apeare

1.Jo.1.

To the worlde both farre and neare

It shyneth full cleare euen at mydnyght

Makynge us chyldren of his lyght

Kirieleyson.

¶ The lorde Christ Jesu gods sonne deare

Was a gest and a straunger here

Us for to brynge from mysery

That we myght lyve eternally

Kirieleyson.

✱¶ Into this worlde ryght poore came he

To make us ryche in mercye

Therfore wolde he oure synnes forgeve

G3rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxvii.

That we with hym in heaven myght lyve

Kirieleyson.

¶ All this dyd he for us frely

For to declare his great mercy

All christendome be mery therfore

And geve hym thankes evermore

Kirieleyson.

Of the resurrection.

Christe is now rysen agayne

/

from his death

and all his payne

/

therfore wyll we mery

be

and rejoyse with [hym] gladly.

G.iii. G3vGoostly psalmes

Kirieleyson.

✱¶ Had he not rysen agayne

1.Cor.15.b.

We had ben lost this is playne

But sen he is rysen in dede

Let us love hym all with spede

Kirieleyson.

¶ Now is tyme of gladnesse

To synge of the lordes goodnesse

Therfore glad now wyll we be

And rejoyse in hym onely.

Kirieleyson.

Another of the same.

Christ dyed and suffred great payne

/

for oure

synnes and wykednesse

/

but he is now rysen

G4rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxviii.

agayne

/

to make us full of gladnesse.

Let us

all rejoyse therfore

/

and geve hym thankes for

evermore

/

synging to hi

/

Alleluya / Alleluya.

¶ There was no man that coulde overwynne

The power of death nor his myght

And all this came thorow oure synne

Wherfore we were dampned by ryght

By occasyon of which thynge

Death toke us into his kepynge

Ro.5.b

We coulde not escape out of his syght.

Alleluya.

G4vGoostly psalmes

¶ But the lorde Jesu gods owne sonne

Takynge on hym oure weake nature

✱ Hath put awaye oure synnes alone

Jo.1.d

And overcome death thorow his power

As for death and his great myght

Christ hath overcome it all by ryght

It can do us no displeasure

Alleluya.

¶ It was a marvelous great thynge

To se how death with death dyd fyght

For the one death gat the wynnynge

And the other death lost his myght

✱ Holy scripture speaketh of it

1.Cor.15.f.

How one death another wolde byte

The death of Christ hath wonne by ryght

Ose.13

Alleluya.

Heb.2.b

✱¶ This same is the ryght Paschall lambe

1.Cor.5.b.

That was ones offred for oure synne

Into this worlde mekely he came

From Sathans power us to wynne

✱ For oure wickednesse wolde he dye

Ro.4.d

And rose us for to justifie

The mercy of god was great therin

Alleluya.

Gloria in excelsis deo.

To god the hyghest be glory alwaye

/

for his

H1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxix.

great kyndnes and mercy

/

that doth provyde

both nyght and daye

/

both for oure soule and

oure body

/

To ma[n]kynde hath god great plea

sure

/

now is great peace every where

/

god hath

H.i. H1vGoostly psalmes

put out all enmyte.

Ad Patrem.

¶ We love and prayse and honoure the

For thy great glory we thanke thy grace

That thou god father eternally

Art oure defender in every place

✱ Thou art to us a mercyfull father

Ro.8.b

And we thy chyldren altogether

Therfore we geve the thankes alwayes

Ad filium.

¶ O Jesu Christ thou onely sonne

Of god almyghtye thy heaunly father

✱ Oure full and whole redempcyon

[Ro.3.]

Thou that hast stilled gods displeasure

1.Jo.2

‡ O gods lambe that takest synne awaye

Jo.2.d

When we have nede helpe us alwaye

graunt us thy mercy altogether.

Ad Spiritum sanctum.

¶ O holy goost oure hevynesse

In all oure trouble and hevynesse

Defende us all from Sathans power

Whome Christ hath bought from wofulnesse

Kepe oure hertes in the verite

In oure tentacion stonde us by

And strength alwaye oure weake bodies.

[Magnificat] / Which is the songe of the virgin Mary.. Luc.j.

My soule doth magnifie the Lorde,

my spret

rejoyseth greatly,

in God my Savioure & his

worde,

for he hath sene the lowe degre,

of me his

ha[n]dmayde[n] truly

/

beholde now after this day,

H.ii. H2vGoostly psalmes

al generacyons shall speake of me,

and cal me

blessed alwaye.

¶ For he that is onely of myghte

Hath done great thynges for me:

And holy is his name by ryghte

As for his endles mercy

It endureth perpetually

In every generacyon

On them that feare hym unfaynedly

Without dissimulacyon.

¶ He sheweth strength with his great arme

Declaryng hymselfe to be of power

He scatereth the proude to theyr owne harme

Even with the wicked behavoure

Of theyr owne hertes every houre

He putteth downe the myghtye

H3rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxxi.

From theyr hye seate and great honoure

Exaltynge them of lowe degre.

¶ The hongrye fylleth he with good

And letteth the ryche go emptie

Where his owne people want no foode

Be thynketh upon his mercye

And helpeth his servaunt truly

Even Israel as he promysed

Unto oure fathers perpetually

Abraham and to his sede.

Nunc dimittis / Which is the songe of Simeon. Luc.ij.

With peace and with joyfull gladnesse

/

and

with a mery harte

/

accordynge to thy swete

H.iii. H3vGoostly Psalmes

promesse

/

Lorde let me now departe.

Now

geve me leave that I may dye

/

for I wolde

be present with the.

¶ For myne eyes have sene the Savioure

That is sent out from the

Thou hast satisfied my harte therfore

That thou hast shewed hym me

Which is oure onely salvacyon

Oure helth and oure redempcion.

¶ Whome thou hast prepared ryght well

H4rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxxii.

And shewed hym openly

Before the face of all people

Preachynge thy worde planely

Kepynge no man from thy kyngdome

That thorow hym wyll therin come.

¶ He is the true and onely lyght

Which moved with mercy

restoreth the gentyls to theyr syght

Lyghtenynge theyr hartes tryly

He is the glory of Israel

Thy people whom thou lovest so well.

¶ The. xi. Psalme of David.

Saluum me fac Domine.

¶Agaynst false doctryne and ypocrites.

Helpe now o Lorde & loke on us,

how we are

brought in lowe degre

/

thy saintes are dryve[n]

H4vGoostly Psalmes

from every house,

✱ there are fewe faythfull

Mich.7.a.

lefte truly,

men wyll not suffre thy trueth to

be knowen,

thy fayth all most overthrowe[n]

amonge mens chyldren piteously.

✱ It is but lyes and vanite

Ose,7.a. I1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxxiii.

That one preacheth now to his brother

They flatter with theyr lyppes falsely

Jer.8.b.&.9.

And one dyssembleth with another

Thus shewe they with theyr mouth one thynge

And yet have they another meanynge

Within theyr hertes altogether.

¶ O that the Lorde wolde once rote out

All soch disceatful lyppes speakynge

Which wyll not have that men shulde doute

In thynges that are of theyr makynge

We ought to speak by auctorite

Jude.1

Oure tongue shulde prevayle (they say proudly

Who shulde rule us or oure doynge?

¶ Therfore sayeth the Lorde / now wyll I ryse

I se the poore are oppressed

Theyr sore complaynte wyll I not despyse

But wyll them helpe shortly in dede

I wyll set them at lybertie

My worde shalbe preached planely

They shall nomore be disceaved.

✱¶ Sylver seven tymes tryed in the fyre

Is purified and made cleare therby

Psal.17.c.

So is gods worde alwaye nearer

Whan it is persecute cruelly

The Lordes wordes are pure and ryght

And wyll not be kepte downe by myght

But wyll apeare the more planely.

¶ O Lorde defende thou them therfore

I.i. I1vGoostly psalmes

And preserve us gracyously

From this generacyon evermore

That persecute us so cruelly

For whan vanite and ydilnesse

Is set by amonge men, doutles

all are full of the ungodly.

The seconde Psalme of David.

¶ Quare fremuerunt gentes.

Wherfore do the heithen now rage thus,

co[n]-

Act.4.Psal.70.a.&.82.a.

spyryng together so wyckedly?

wherfore are

the people so malicious

vayne thynges to y-

I2rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxxiiii.

magyn so folyshly?

The kynges of the earth

stonde up together,

& worldly rulers do con

spyre,

agaynst the lorde and his Christ truly.

✱¶ They saye / let us breake up theyr bondes

And let us cast theyr yocke awaye

The enmyes.

Theyr lawes wyll make us lose oure londes

Therfore none soch wyll we obeye

But he that in heaven hath residence

Shall laugh them to scorne and theyr pretence

The p[ro]phete

The lorde shall mocke them nyght and daye.

Pro.1.

I.ii. I2vGoostly psalmes

¶ The Lorde shall talke with them together

In his great anger and wrath truly

And also he shall trouble them ever

Thrugh his displeasure at them daylye

✱ Yet have I ordened and set my kynge

God yefather.

On my hyll Syon to have rulynge

Theyr heade and governoure for to be

✱¶ I wyll shewe forth the co[m]mmaundement

Christthe son,

Whereof the Lorde hath sayd to me

✱ Thou art my sonne, whome I have sent

God yefather

‡ This daye have I begotten the

Are me and I shall geve the soone

Hebr.1.b.&.5.bAct.13

All Heithen in possession

Thorow out the worlde where ever they be.

¶ Forsoth thou shalt rule them together

✱ With a rodde of yron made strongly

Apo.2.d.&.14

‡ Lyke erthen vessel brent in the fyre

Shalt thou them breake that resyst the

Esa 30

✱ Therfore the kynges now understonde

The p[ro]phete.

Be wyse and resyst not the Lordes honde

Be content the judges warned to be.

¶ With feare se that the serve the Lorde

Rejoyse before hym all with drede

Kysse the the sonne and his swete worde

The lorde wyll els be sore greved

Than shall the peryshe from the verite

His wrath shalbe kyndled shortly

✱ They that truste in hym are all blessed.

Jer.17

Amen.

The. xlv. Psalme of David.

¶ Deus noster refugium.

Oure God is a defence and towre

/

a good

armoure and good weape[n]

/

he hath ben ever

oure helpe and sucoure

/

in all the troubles that

we have ben in

/

therfore wyl we never drede

I.iii. I3vGoostly psalmes

for any wo[n]derous dede

/

by water or by lo[n]de

/

in

hilles or the see so[n]de

/

our god hath the[m] al i[n] his ho[n]d

2.Cor.2.a.

✱¶ Though we be alwaye greatly vexed

With many a great tentacyon

Yet thanked be god we are refreshed

His swete worde conforteth oure mansion

✱ It is gods holy place

Jo.14

He dwelleth here by grace

✱ Amonge us is he

Psal.2.

Both nyght and daye truly

He helpeth us all and that swyftly.

Act.4.

¶ The wicked heithen besege us straytly

And many great kyngdomes take theyr parte

✱ They are gathered agaynst us truly

Psal.65.b.

And are sore moved in theyr herte

But gods worde as cleare as daye

Maketh them shrenke awaye.

I4rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxxvi.

The lorde god of power

stondeth by us every houre

The god of Jacob is oure stronge towre

✱¶ Come hether now beholde and se

Psal.65.a.

The noble actes and dedes of the lorde

What great thynges he doth for us daylye

And conforteth us with his swete worde

For whan oure enemyes wolde fyght

Than brake he theyr myght

Theyr bowe and theyr speare

(so that we nede not feare)

And brent theyr charettes in the fyre

¶ Therfore sayeth god / take hede to me

Let me alone and I shall helpe you

Knowe me for youre god I saye onely

Amonge all heithen that reigne now

✱ Wherfore than shulde we drede

Psal.26.a.

Seynge we have no nede

✱ For the lorde god of power

Stondeth by us every houre

The God of Jacob is oure stronge towre.

The.C.xxiii.Psalme of David.

¶ Nisi quia Dominus.

Except the lorde had bene with us

now maye

I4vGoostly psalmes

Israel say boldly

/

Excepte the lorde had ben

with us

/

when men rose up agaynst us fearsly

✱ they had devoured us quyck doutlesse

/

& had

Pro.1.

overwonne us confortles

/

they were so wroth

K1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxxvii.

at us truly.

¶ The wawes of waters had wrapped us in

Oure soule had gone under the floode

The depe waters of these proude men

Had ronne oure soules over where they stode

They Lorde be praysed every houre

That wolde not suffre them us to devoure

Nor in theyr tethe to sucke oure bloude

¶ Oure soule is delyvered from theyr power

They can not have that they have sought

As they byrde from the snare of the fouler

So are we from theyr daungers brought

The snare is broken and we are fre

Oure helpe is in the lordes name truly

Pro.18

Which hath made heaven and earth of nought.

Psal.120.a.

The.C.xxxvi.Psalme.

¶ Super flumina Babilonis.

At the ✱ ryvers of Babilo[n]

/

there sat we downe

K.i. K1vGoostly Psalmes

ryght hevely

/

Even whan we thought upon

Eze.1.a.&.3.b

Sion

/

we wept together sorofully

/

for we

were in soch hevynes

/

that we forgat al our me

rynes

/

& left of all oure sporte & playe

/

on the

K2rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxxviii.

willye trees that were therby

/

we hanged up our

harpes truly

/

& morned sore both night & day.

¶ They that toke us so cruelly

And led us bounde into pryson

Requyred of us some melody

With wordes full of derision

When we had hanged our harpes awaye

This cruell folke to us coulde saye

Now let us heare some mery songe

Synge us a songe of some swete toyne

As the were wont to synge at Sion

Where the have lerned to synge so longe

¶ To whom we answerd soberly

Beholde now are we in youre honde

How shulde we under captivite

Synge to the lorde in a straunge londe

K.ii. K2vGoostly Psalmes

Hierusalem I say to the

Yf I remembre the not truly

My honde playe on the harpe no more

Yf I thynke not on the alwaye

Let my tonge cleve to my mouth for aye

And let my loose my speache therfore.

¶ Yee above all myrth and pastaunce

Hierusalem I preferre the

Lorde call to thy remembraunce

✱ The sonnes of Edom ryght strately

Jer.49

In the daye of the destruction

Eze.25

Which at Hierusalem was done

Abd.1.

For they sayd in theyr cruelnes

Downe with it, downe with it, destroye it all

Downe with it soone, that it may fall

Laye it to the grounde all that there is.

Esa.13

✱¶ O thou cite of Babilon

[Jer].50

Thou thy selfe shalt be destroyed

Truly blessed shalbe that man

Which even as thou hast deserved

Shall rewarde the with soch kyndnesse

As thou hast shewed to us gyltlesse

Which never had offended the

Blessed shall he be that for the nones

Shall throwe thy chyldren agaynst the stones

To brynge the out of memorie.

The.C.xxvii.Psalme.

¶ Beati omnes qui timent Dominum.

K3rand spirituall songes.Fo.xxxix.

Blessed are all that feare the lorde

/

worship-

Psal.33.b.

pynge hym both nyght and daye

/

ordrynge

they[r] lyfe after his worde

/

and walkyng ever

in his waye

/

and walkynge ever in his waye.

✱¶ For thou shalt get thyne owne lyvynge

Gen.3.K.iii. K3vGoostly psalmes

And eate thy bred without ydelnesse

Even with thy handes laborynge

So shalt thou have prosperous increase

¶ Thy wyfe as the [vyne] shalbe frutefull

Within the walles of thy dwellynge

Thy chyldren shall stonde about thy table

Lyke Olyve braunches floryshynge,

¶ Lo thus shall that man be blessed

And happye shall he be alwaye

That leadeth his lyfe in the lordes drede

And feareth hym both nyght and daye.

Nu.6.d

✱¶ From Sion shall the lorde blesse the

And pleasure shalt thou have amonge

Beholdynge the great prosperite

Of Hierusalem all thy lyfe longe.

Job.42.c.

¶ The lorde shall so prolonge thy lyfe

That thy chyldres chyldren thou shalt se

Tob.14.a.

In Israel shalt thou se no stryfe

But peace and great felicite.

¶ The same Psalme.

¶ Beati omnes.

Blessed are all that feare the lorde

/

worshippynge

Psal.33.b. K4rand spirituall songes.Fo.xl.

hym both nyght and daye

/

ordrynge theyr lyfe

after his worde

/

& walkynge ever in his waye

/

for thou shalt get thin owne lyving

/

& eat thy

bred without ydelnes

/

ev[en] [with] thin owne h[an]des

K4vGoostly psalmes

workyng

/

and shalt have prosperous increace

and want nothynge to thy hartes ease.

¶ Thy wyfe also shalbe frutefull

Within the walles of thy dwellynge

As the vyne tre plenteous and full

Shall she fayre chyldren to the brynge

Which rounde aboute thy table shall stonde

Lyke fayre plantes of the Olyve tre

Lo, thus shall he blessed be founde

That worshippeth and feareth the lorde truly

Havynge Gods lawe before his eye

¶ The lorde shall do the good alwaye

From the holy hyll of Syon

Thou shalt delyte both nyght and daye

Beholdynge the prosperous fortune

Of Hierusalem all thy lyfe longe

L1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xli.

✱ And thy chyldres chyldren shalt thou se

Job.42.c.

Thus shall the lorde thy dayes prolonge

To se the peace and felicite

Tob.14.a.

Wherin all Israel shalbe.

¶ The.L.Psalme of David.

¶ Miserere mei Deus.

O lorde god have thou mercy on me

/

after thy

marvelous great pite

/

as thou art ful of mercy

do away all my iniquite.

✱ And washe me fro[m]

L.i. L1vGoostly psalmes

all fylthynesse

/

of my great synnes and wan-

Psal.31.a.Job.13.b.Lu.18

tonesse

/

for they are many within me

/

and ever

I fele them hevye

/

my synne is alwaye before

myne eye

/

I have alone offended the

/

before

L2rand spirituall songes.Fo.xlii.

the have I lyved synfully

/

in thy worde ston-

dest thou stedfastly

/

thoughe thou be judged

wrongfully.

¶ Se how I am conceaved in synne

My mother hath brought me forth therin

A chylde of wrathe by nature borne

Ephe.2a.

And without the lorde am forlorne

To the treuth thou hast a pleasure alwaye

And helpest my blyndnesse every daye

To knowe thy wysedome gracyously

That thou hast hyd so secretly

L.ii. L2vGoostly psalmes

With ysope fayre sprenkle thou me

Washe thou me clene / so shall I be

Whyter then snowe / mende thou my cheare

My weery bones to helpe from feare

Which thou thy selfe hast brused so neare.

¶ Loke not upon my wreched lyfe

Forgeve my synnes that are so ryfe

✱ Lorde make in me a ryght pure harte

Eze.36Act.2.

A good conscience let be my parte

A godly spirite renew in me

And cast me not away from the

Thy holy spirite let me have styll

To be my conforte in all evell

And let me have ever the gladnesse

Of thy health in all hevynesse

Thy myghtie spirite holde thou in me

I wyll helpe synners turne to the

Thy waye wyll I teache them hartely.

¶ God rydde me from bloudgyltynesse

Thou god of all my healthfulnesse

So shall my tonge geve prayse to the

Thy rhyghtuousnesse to honoure in me

Lorde open thou these lippes of myne

That my mouthe maye to thy prayse inclyne

✱ Thou hast no pleasure in offrynge

Forels I thought them the to brynge

Mich.6.b.

Burntoffrynges are not to thy paye

They please not the though they be gaye

They are nothynge worth in thy syght

L3rand spirituall songes.Fo.xliii.

Gods offryne is of moche more inyght

A spirite all troubled is his ryght.

✱¶ A contrite harte that is brought lowe

Esa.66

Shalt thou lorde god awaye not throwe

That dost thou alwaye so regarde

That it shall ever of the be harde.

To Sion lorde be gracyous

After thy kyndnesse plenteous

That the walles of Hierusalem

Maye be buylded and brought from shame

Then shalt thou be pleased doutlesse

Ro.12

With the offrynge of ryghtuousnes

With the brentoffrynges of thy wyll

Then shall good men theyr calves kyll

Therwith thyne altare to fulfyll.

The same Psalme.

¶ Miserere mei Deus.

O god be mercyfull to me

/

accordynge to thy

great pitie

/

✱ washe of make clene my iniquite

Psal.31.a. L3vGoostly psalmes

I knowlege my synne and it greveth me

/

A-

gaynst the agaynst the only have I synned

which is before myne eye.

Though thou be

judged in mans syght

✱ yet are thy wordes

Ro.3. L4rand spirituall songes.Fo.xliiii.

founde true and ryght.

¶ Beholde, I was borne all in synne

My mother conceaved me therin

But thou lovest treuth, and haste shewed me

Thy wysedome hyd so secretly

With fayre ysope lorde sprenkle thou me

Washe thou me clene / so shall I be

Whyter than snowe / cause me rejoyse

Make my bones mery whō thou madest lowse.

¶ Lorde turne thy face fro my wickednesse

Clense me from all unryghtuousnesse

A pure harte lorde make thou in me

Eze.16.e.Act.2.

Renewe a ryght spirite in my body

Cast me not out away from the

Nor take thy holy goost fro me

Make me rejoyse in thy savynge health

Thy myghty spirite strength me for my wealth

¶ Thy waye shall I shewe to men full of vyce

And enstructe them well in thy service

That wicked men and ungodly

Maye be converted unto the

O god, o god my Savioure

Delyver me from the synne of murther

My tonge shall rejoyse in thy mercye

Open my lippes / and my mouth shal prayse the

L4vGoostly psalmes

✱¶ Thou wylt have no bodely offrynge

Mich.6.b.

I thought them els to the to brynge

Gods sacrifice is a troubled spirite

✱ Thou wilt not dispise a harte contrite

Esa.66

With Sion (o god) deale gently

That Hierusalem walles may buylded be

That shalt thou delyte in the ryght offrynge

Which men shall with theyr calves brynge.

The.Cxxix.Psalme.

¶ De profundis.

Out of the depe crye I to the

/

O lorde lorde

heare my callynge.

Oh let thyne eares encly-

ned be

/

to the voyce of my complaynynge.

M1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xlv.

✱ yf thou (lorde) wylt deale with stratenesse,

to

Job.9Psal.142.a.

marke all that is done amysse,

lorde who may

abyde that rekenynge?

✱¶ But there is mercy ever with the

That thou therfore mayest be feared

Exo.34.a.Psal.102.a.

I wyll abyde the lorde paciently

My soule loketh for hym unfaynted

And in his worde is all my trust

So is my hope and conforte most

His promysse shalbe fulfylled.

M.i. M1vGoostly psalmes

¶ As the watche men in the mornynge

Stonde lokynge longe desyrously

That they myght se the fayre day sprynge

So wayteth my soule for the lorde dayly

Therfore let Israel wayte styll

Untyll it be the lordes wyll

To lowse them from adversite

✱ For with the lorde there is mercy

Psal.85.c.

And great plenteous redempcyon

✱ All though we synne oft wickedly

1.Jo.2

Yet hath he for us a sure pardon

✱ He shall redeme poore Israel

Esa.43.d.

And hym shall he delyver full well

From all the synnes that he hath done.

The.xxiiii.Psalme of David.

¶ Ad te Domine leuaui.

I lyft my soule lord up to the

/

my god I trust

on the alone

/

let me never confounded be

/

my

M2rand spirituall songes.Fo.xlvi.

enemyes els wyll mocke me soone ✱

they shall

Ro.9.Esa.28Psal.30.a.

not be shamed that trust on the

/

but they that

scornefull despysers be

/

those shall be put to

confusyon.

M.ii. M2vGoostly psalmes

¶ Shewe me o lorde thy godly wayes

Psal.118

And lerne me the ryght pathes to the

In thy verite leade me alwayes

Thou art god my Savioure truly

Lerne me, for in the is all my trust

My hope, my beleve, and conforte most

All the daye longe continually.

¶ Remembre lorde thy great mercy

And thy great plenteous kyndnesse

Call to thy mynde lorde we praye the

Thy gracious favoure and gentylnesse

For in these thynges thou excellest greatly

Even from the begynnynge eternally

Thou art so ryche in mercyfulnesse.

¶ My fautes and my ungodlynesse

My synfull youth and evell bearynge

As thou art lorde full of goodnesse

Remembre not this my evell lyvynge

But after thy mercy thynke on me

And after thy great benignite

Forgyve thou all my mysdoynge.

¶ The lorde is juste full of goodnesse

To synners that leave theyr evell lyvynge

✱ For though they fall ofte thorow weaknesse

Psal.36.d.

Yet to his waye he wyll them brynge

He shall lerne meke men his gracyous wylll

And teach them his waye to come thertyll

And set theyr fete fast for slippynge.

M3rand spirituall songes.Fo.xlvii.

¶ All wayes of the lorde are full truly

Both of mercy and faythfulnesse

For as he promyseth mercyfully

So payeth he all without doublynesse

To soch as regarde his worde and wyll

And are ever redy to fulfyll

Theyr covenaunt with hym and theyr promesse

¶ For thy names sake lorde I praye the

Esa.43.d.Jer.31

Forgeve me my great wickednesse

The lorde shall lerne that man truly

That feareth hym with all lowlynesse

He shalbe teachynge hym ever the waye

That pleaseth hym both nyght and daye

His conscience shalbe in quyetnesse

His chyldren shall possesse the londe

It shalbe theyr heretage and ryght

✱ They shall never want by see nor sonde

Psal.36.d.

The lorde wyll fede them thorow his myght

He is a defence both lovynge and deare

For every man that hym doth feare

Shewynge them his covenaunte daye & nyght.

¶ Myne eyes shall on the lorde be set

Tyll he se his tyme and season

To drawe my fete out of this net

That holdeth me so fast in prison

Beholde thou and have mercy on me

For I am forsaken in mysery

And full of great affliction.

M.iii. M3vGoostly Psalmes

¶ The cares of my harte and sorofulnesse

Increase me out of my hevynesse

And my poore state beholde therfore

Forgeve thou all my synnes and se

How many they are that trouble me

And persecute me with furiousnesse.

¶ Preserve my soule and delyver me

Lest I be brought to confusion

For I have put my trust in the

Let godlynesse kepe me all season

My hope is in the, and shalbe styll

Oh god delyver poore Israell

From all theyr trouble and affliction.

¶ The.lxvii.Psalme.

¶ Deus misereature nostri

God be mercyfull unto us

/

and sende over us

his blessynge

/

shewe us his presence glorious

M4rand spirituall songes.Fo.xlviii.

& be ever to us lovynge

/

that men on earth may

knowe thy waye

/

thy savynge health & ryghte-

ousnesse

/

that they be not led by nyght nor

day

/

thorowe the pretexte of trewe justice

/

to

M4vGoostly Psalmes

seke salvacyon where none is.

¶ Therfore the people mought magnyfie the

O god let all folke honoure thy name

Let all the people rejoyse gladly

Because thou dost ryght without blame

The people dost thou judge truly

And ordrest every nacyon

Thou hast directe the earth justly

Ever sense the fyrst creacyon

With thy godly provision

¶ O god let the people prayse the

All people (god) mought geve the honoure

The earth also ryght plenteously

Mought increase ever more and more

And god which is oure god over all

Mought do us good and pleasure

God blesse us now both great and small

And all the worlde hym honoure

Fearynge alwaye his myght and power

The.xiii.Psalme of David.

¶ Dixit insipiens.

N1rand spirituall songes.Fo.xlix.

The foolysh wicked men can saye

/

they holde

of god ryght perfectly.

Yet are they farre out

of the way

/

for in theyr hartes they hym deny

/

corrupte and abhominable are they also

/

in al

N.i. N1vGoostly psalmes

the thynges that they do

/

there wyll not one

do good truly.

✱¶ The lorde dyd loke here downe fro[m] heaven

Gen.11.b.&.18.

Men to consyder and theyr doynge

To se yfany men were geven

To gods knowlege above all thynge

Yf there were any that perfectly

Regarded god so earnestly

To folowe his worde in his lyvynge.

Then sayd god these wordes morover

Is every man gone so farre by

Swarved so farre now all together

From the ryght waye so parlously

So unprofitable and peryshed

That no man wyll do good in dede

✱ No not so moche as one truly.

Ro.13.

N2rand spirituall songes.Fo.l.

¶ Are they out of theyr myndes so farre

All these workes of wickednesse

Beholde now / for they nothynge care

My people to devoure for gredynesse

As one shulde eat a pece of bread

The lordes feare is out of theyr heade

They do not regarde it moch doutlesse.

Wherfore they shalbe feared truly

With feare incomparable and endlesse

O ryghtuous man thou mayst be mery

For they that beseged the gyltles

Theyr bones hath god shaken altogether

Now shalt thou despyse them for ever

For god hath left them confortles.

¶ God is in just mens company

And in the ryghtuous nacyon

But wicked men mocke them dayly

For none other cause nor reason

But for because they folowe the mynde

Of the poore afflicte which was Gods frende

To trust in the lordes redempcyon.

¶ O wolde God that the savynge health

Esa.59Ro.11.

Wolde come from the hyll of Sion

That Israel myght have his wealth

And God to lowse hym from preson

Then shulde Jacob be full of joye

And Israel shulde make full mery

Because of his redempcyon.

The.C.xlvii.Psalme

¶ Lauda Hierusalem dominum

Prayse thou the lorde Hierusale[m]

/

prayse thou

thy god o Sion

/

for all thy strength stondeth

whole in hym

/

he barreth & kepeth thy gates

alone

/

endewyng thy chyldre[n] in the [with] goodly

N3rand spirituall songes.Fo.li

gyftes ple[n]teously

/

blessyng thy co[n]gregacion

¶ He doth endewe thy borders all

Rounde about the with peace and rest

His provision for the is not small

With wheate he feadeth the of the best

He sendeth his worde into the earth

✱ Swyftly renneth his commaundement forth

Ge.1.aPsal.32.b. &148.a.

All thynges obeye hym most and least

¶ Lyke woll doth he cast downe the snowe

Scatrynge the frost lyke as asshes

Lyke morsels of bread his haile doth he throwe

That no man maye byde the coldnesse

With a worde meltynge them all agayne

And leadeth his wynde back to geve rayne

So droppe the waters downe with moystneste.

¶ This same is he that tolde ryght well

✱ His pleasures to Jacob his deare frende

Exo.20.a.

His lawes and decrees to Israell

That they myght kepe them in theyr mynde

✱ With no nacyon hath he dealte thus

Nor bene to them so gracyous

Deu.4

His godly worde them for to sende.

The.C.xxxiii.Psalme.

¶ Ecce quam bonum.

Beholde and se forget not this

/

how joyfull &

pleasaunt a thynge it is

/

brethren to dwell all

together

/

and to be of one mynde ever.

¶ For they are lyke that precious unction

Which beynge powered on the head of Aaron

Ran in his bearde into Aarons bearde

And to his skirtes it descended.

¶ This brotherly love is so noble vertue

That it is lykened unto the dew

Which fell on the hyll of Hermon

N4rand spirituall songesFo.lii

And on the fayre hill of Sion.

¶ For there the lorde gave his blessynge

And shewed his lyfe everlastynge

So where as love is unfayned

There is the lordes blessynge in dede.

Christe qui lux.

O Christ the are the lyght & day

/

thou discoverst the

darknes of nyght

/

the lyght of lyghtes thou art

alwaye

/

preachyng ever the blessed lyght.

N4vGoostly psalmes

¶ Thou holy lorde to the we praye

Defende us all in this darke nyght

Let us have rest in the alwaye

And graunt us all a quyet nyght.

¶ Let not hevye slepe on us fall

Nor let the feynde take us awaye

Let not oure fleshe consent with all

To make us gyltie by nyght nor daye.

¶ Loke on us lorde oure defender

Put them downe that wolde us no good

Kepe thy servantes in good ordre

Whom thou hast bought with thy deare bloude.

¶ Lorde call us now unto thy mynde

In this body that is so hevy

Thou that doest ever oure soule defende

Be present now with thy mercy.

¶ God the father for evermore

With Jesu Christ his sonne only

And the holy goost oure confortoure

Be thanked alwaye hertely. Amen.

O hevenly lorde.

O1rand spirituall songes.Fo.lv.

O heavenly lorde

/

thy godly worde

/

hathe

longe bene kepte awaye from us

/

but tho-

row thy grace now in oure dayes

/

thou hast

shewed the so plenteous

/

that very well

/

we can now tell

/

what thy Apostles have

O.i. O1vGoostly psalmes

written al

/

and now we se

/

thy worde ope[n]ly

hath geven Anthechrist a great fall.

¶ It is so cleare / as we may heare

No man by ryght can it deny

That many a yeare / thy people deare

Have bene begyled perlously

With men spirituall / as we them call

But not of thy spirite truly

For more carnall / are none at all

That many of these spirites be.

¶ They have bene ever / sworne altogether

Theyr owne lawes for to kepe alwaye

But mercyfull lorde / of thy swete worde

There durst no man begynne to saye

They durst them call / great heretikes all

That dyd confesse it stedfastly

For they charged / it shulde be hyd

And not be spoken of openly

¶ O mercyfull god / where was thy rod

O2rand spirituall songes.Fo.liiii.

In punyshynge soch great tyranny

Why slepte thou then / knowynge these men

Resist openly the verite

But the prophetes saye / thou art alwaye

Full of mercy and gentylnesse

For nyght and day / thou suffrest that they

Myght turne from theyr olde wickednesse.

¶ Neverthelesse / they dyd oppresse

Thy woorde and thy true preachers

For theyr evellsyght / thou sent thy lyght

Yet slewe they all soch teachers

They seynge they / resisted alway

Thy grace offred so lovyngly

Thou madest it mete / for the poore in sprite

That now receave it thankfully.

¶ For there are none / but they alone

That knowe the for theyr Savioure

All other withstonde / thy godly honde

And slaundre thy worde every houre

Well is hym therfore / that feleth his sore

Sekeynge no helpe but in thy bloude

Receavynge grace / of the alwayes

Knowynge of hym selfe to have no good.

¶ We thanke the lorde / for thy swete worde

And for thy kyndnesse shewed therin

For thy mercy / lorde we praye the

Strength us therwith agaynst all synne

And lorde oppresse / unthankfulnesse

That we never do foget the

Graunt us thy spirite / to lyve thorowe it

In vertue ever whyle we dye

Let go the whore of Babilon.

Let go the whore of Babilon,

her kyng-

dome falleth sore

/

her marchauntes begyne

to make theyr mone

/

the Lorde be praysed

therfore.

Theyr ware is naught

/

it wyll not be

O3rand spirituall songes.Fo.lvii.

bought

/

great falsheed is fou[n]de therin

/

let go

the whore of Babilon the mother of al synne.

¶ No man wyll drynke her wyne any [more]

The poyson is come to lyghte

That maketh her marchauntes to wepe so sore

The blynde have gotten theyr syghte

For now we se / gods grace frelye

In Christ offred us so fayre

Let go the whore of Babilon

And by nomore her ware.

¶ Of Christen bloude so moch she shed

That she was dronken withall

But now Gods worde hath broken her head

And she hath gotten a fall

God hath raysed / some men in dede

To utter her great wickednesse

Let go the whore of babilon

And her ungodlynesse.

O.iii. O3vGoostly Psalmes

¶ Ye ypocrites what can the saye?

Wo be unto you all

Ye have begyled us many a daye

Heretikes the dyd us call

For lovynge the worde / of Christ the Lorde

Whom the do alway resiste

Let go the whore of Babilon

That rydeth upon the beast.

¶ Ye proude and cruell Egipcians

That dyd us so great wronge

The lorde hath sent us delyveraunce

Thoughe the have troubled us longe

Youre Pharao / with other mo

Is drowned in the reed see

Let go the whore of Babilon

With her captivite.

¶ Ye Cananites the enemyes all

Though the were many in dede

Yet hath the lorde geven you a fall

And is delyvered

Even in youre londe / do we now stonde

Oure lorde god hath brought us in

Let go the whore of Babilon

And fle from all her synne.

¶ Dagon Dagon that false ydoll

The Philistines god

Which hath deceaved many a soule

In soch honoure he stode

But now the lorde / with his swete worde

Hath broken hym downe before the Arke

Let go the whore of Babilon

O4rand spirituall songes.Fo.lvi.

And forsake the beestes marke.

¶ Balaam Balaam thou false prophet

Thou hast cursed us ryght sore

Yet in to a blessynge hath god turned it

No thanke to the therfore

For thy belye / thou woldest lye

Though god make the to saye the soth

Let go the whore of Babilon

And turne you to the trueth.

¶ Thy god be praysed o Daniel

For his goodnesse so great

The gredy prestes of the Idoll Bel

Were wonte to moche to eate

And that prively / no man dyd se

But now the kynge hath spied theyr cast

Let go the whore of Babilon

For Bell is destroyed at the last.

¶ O glorious god full of mercye

We thanke the evermore

Thou hast shewed us thy verite

Thy name be praysed therfore

For thy swete worde / O gracious lorde

Let us be ever thankfull to the

And sende the whore of Babilon

In to captivite.

¶ Rejoyse with me thou heaven above

And the Apostles all

Be glad the people for Christes love

That the whore hath gotten a fall

Be thankfull now I requyre you

O4vGoostly Psalmes

Amende youre lyves while the have space

Let go the whorre of Babilon

And thankes god of his grace.