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 Notated music accompanied by text Gooſtly pſalmes and ſpirituall ſonges dꝛawen out of the holy Scripture, foꝛ the comfoꝛ te and co<expan>n</expan>ſolacyon of ſoch as loue to reioyſe in God and his woꝛde. Coverdale, Miles, 1488-1568 Imprynted by [i.e. in the shop of J. Rastell for] me Iohan Gough, [London] : [1535?]. Scripture cited: Book of Genesis Genesis 1 a Genesis 3 a Genesis 6 a Genesis 11 b Genesis 18 Book of Exodus Exodus 14 f Exodus 15 Exodus 20 a b Exodus 34 a Book of Numbers Numbers 6 d Book of Deuteronomy Deuteronomy 4 Deuteronomy 5 b Book of Joshua Joshua 6 d Book of Judges Judges 5 a Judges 9 c First Book of Kings (1 Kings) 1 Kings 2 a 1 Kings 23 e Second Book of Kings (2 Kings) 2 Kings 15 b 2 Kings 18 b 2 Kings 22 a Fourth Book of Kings (4 Kings) 4 Kings 19 g Second Book of Chronicles (2 Chronicles) 2 Chronicles 13 c 2 Chronicles 14 c 2 Chronicles 20 a 2 Chronicles 32 d Book of Job Job 9 Job 13 b Job 42 c Book of Psalms Psalm 2 Psalm 13 a Psalm 17 c Psalm 26 a Psalm 30 a Psalm 31 a Psalm 32 b Psalm 33 a b Psalm 35 c Psalm 36 d Psalm 37 a Psalm 50 a b Psalm 61 b Psalm 65 a b Psalm 70 a Psalm 82 a Psalm 85 c Psalm 102 a Psalm 117 a Psalm 118 f Psalm 120 a Psalm 142 a Psalm 144 a Psalm 146 Psalm 148 a Proverbs Proverbs 1 Book of Ecclesiastes Ecclesiastes 2 Ecclesiastes 3 a Book of Isaiah Isaiah 13 Isaiah 27 f Isaiah 28 Isaiah 30 Isaiah 43 d Isaiah 59 Isaiah 66 Book of Jeremiah Jeremiah 8 b Jeremiah 9 Jeremiah 17 Jeremiah 31 Jeremiah 49 Jeremiah 50 Book of Ezekiel Ezekiel 1 a Ezekiel 3 b Ezekiel 16 e Ezekiel 25 Ezekiel 36 Book of Daniel Daniel 3 Book of Hosea Hosea 7 a Hosea 13 Book of Obadiah Obadiah 1 Book of Micah Micah 6 b Micah 7 a Book of Zechariah Zechariah 2 Book of Tobit Tobit 14 a Book of Judith Judith 5 Ecclesiasticus Ecclesiasticus 51 a Gospel of Matthew Matthew 1 c Matthew 4 c Matthew 5 b c e Matthew 6 b c Matthew 7 a b Matthew 15 a Matthew 18 c Matthew 19 c Matthew 20 b Matthew 25 c Matthew 27 d Matthew 28 c Gospel of Mark Mark 1 c Mark 15 da de Mark 16 a c Gospel of Luke Luke 1 d f Luke 2 a Luke 10 Luke 11 a Luke 17 b Luke 18 Luke 24 d Gospel of John John 1 d John 2 d John 4 c John 5 a John 8 d John 14 a John 16 a John 20 c Acts of the Apostles Acts 1 b Acts 2 Acts 4 Acts 13 Acts 15 b Acts 21 b Epistle to the Romans Romans 3 b c Romans 4 d Romans 5 a b c Romans 7 b Romans 8 a b d Romans 9 Romans 10 b Romans 11 Romans 12 c Romans 13 a First Epistle to the Corinthians (1 Corinthians) 1 Corinthians 5 b 1 Corinthians 15 a b e f Second Epistle to the Corinthians (2 Corinthians) 2 Corinthians 2 a Epistle to the Galatians Galatians 3 d Galatians 4 a Galatians 6 a Epistle to the Ephesians Ephesians 1 a Ephesians 2 a Ephesians 4 a c Ephesians 6 a Epistle to the Philippians Philippians 2 a Epistle to the Colossians Colossians 3 First Epistle to Timothy (1 Timothy) 1 Timothy 1 c First Epistle of John (1 John) 1 John 1 1 John 2 1 John 5 a Epistle to the Hebrews Hebrews 1 b Hebrews 2 b c Hebrews 4 b Hebrews 5 b Hebrews 13 a Epistle of James James 5 Epistle of Jude Jude 1 Revelation of John (Apocalypse) Revelation 2 d Revelation 14

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 Persons of relevance to the text: Miles Coverdale 1488- 1569; John Gough †1543 or 1544; John Rastell 1475- 1536 English. Latin. Goostly psalmes and spirituall songes Drawen out of the holy Scripture, for the comfor te and consolacyon of soch as love to rejoyse in God and his Worde. Psal. c. xlvi. O prayse the Lorde, for it is a good thinge to synge prayses unto oure God. Collo. iii. Teach & exhorte your awne selves with Psalmes & Hymnes & spirituall songes. Jaco. v. Yfeny of you be mery, let him singe Psalmes.
To the boke. ¶ Go lytle boke, get the acquaintance Amonge the lovers of Gods worde Geve them occasyon the same to avaunce And to make theyr songes of the Lorde That they may thrust under the borde All other balettes of fylthynes And that we all with one accorde May geve ensample of godlynes ¶ Go lytle boke amonge mens chyldren And get the to theyr companye Teach them to synge the commaundementes ten And other balettes of Gods glorye Be not ashamed I warande the Though thou be rude in songe and ryme Thou shalt to youth some occasion be In godly sportes to passe theyr tyme.
Myles Coverdale Unto the Christen reader

It greveth me (most deare Reader) whan 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 diligently 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 commeth 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 man 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 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 forgeven him all his synnes, and careth for hym, and delyve reth him from 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 con 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 mens ✠ lippes were so opened, that theyr Psal.50.b mouthes myght shewe the prayse of God. Yee ✠ 11. wolde wolde God that oure mynstrels had none other thynge to playe upon, 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 than soch as ✠ Moses sister, Elchanas wife, Deb bora, and Mary the mother of Christ have long before them, 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. Whan 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, then, lyke as oure hertes are occupied in the meditacyon of his goodnes & love whiche he 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, when we are sad (as every Eccle.3.a. thyng must have a tyme) it is eyther pacience in trouble, repentaunce 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 expedient 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 comfortable songes grounded on Gods worde, and taken some out of the holy scripture specyally out of the Psalmes of David, at whom 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 councell Coll.3. of Saynt Paule and Saynt James, and not Jac.5. to passe theyr tyme in naughty songes of fleshly love and wantonesse, but with syngynge of Psal mes mes and soch songes as edifye, & corruppe not mens conversacyon.

¶ As for the comen sorte of balettes which now are used in the world, I reporte me to every good mans conscience 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 man in his strength 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 chyldren of Israel in the olde tyme that whan 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 from 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 consolacyon 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, and to provoke other men unto the same. By this thou mayest perceave, what spirituall edifienge commeth of godly Psal mes and songes of Gods worde: and incon 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.

Goostly psalmes and spi rituall songes Fo.i.
¶ To the holy Goost. ¶ O holy spirite our comfortoure / For grace & help lorde now we call / Teach us to know Christ our savyoure / And his fathers mercy over all From his swete worde let us not fall.But lyft A.i. Goostly psalmes up our hertes alway to the / 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 and 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 / Fulfyl oure hartes nowe with thy grace / And make A.ii. Goostly Psalmes our myndes of one accorde / Kyndle them with love in every place / O Lorde thou forgevest our trespace / And callest the folke of everye countre / To the ryght fayth and truste of thy and spirituall songes Fo.iii. grace / 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. Goostly 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 / strengthe our fayth and increace it alway / Comforth our hertes in adversite / With trewe beleve bothe and spirituall songes Fo.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 / And let us never Goostly Psalmes do amysse / geve us grace with wyll to dye / & make us redy to thy blysse / from the devels myght & power / kepe us in fayth every houre / and ever let us buylde on the / with hole herte and spirituall songes Fo.v. trustynge stedfastly / our fleshe is weake / the devell is stronge / he wolde overthrowe us e- ver amonge / without the can we never spede nowe helpe us therefore in our nede / Amen B.i. Goostly psalmes Amen let it be so / then 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 / which God our lorde gave so strately / by mo- and spirituall songes. Fo.vi. ses his servaunte unto all men / 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. Goostly 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.
and spirituall songes. Fo.vii.
Another of the same. Man ✱ wylt thou lyve ryght vertuously / and Math.19.c. with god reygne eternally / then must thou kepe these commaundementes ten / that god comm- maunded to all men. Kirieleyson. ✱¶ I am thy god and lorde alone Exo.20,a. B.iii. Goostly 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 / maker of he- and spirituall songes. Fo.viii. ven and erth he is truly / oure father deare he hath hym made / ye we all his chyldren myght be he provydeth for us dayly / body and soule de- fendeth he strongly / al mysfortune shal from us fle / Goostly Psalmes no harme shall happen to any of us / he careth for us both day & nyght / he is oure keper most gracyous / al thynges stonde in his power & myght ¶ We beleve all on Christe Jesu His owne sonne and oure lorde most deare Johnn.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. and 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. Goostly psalmes chylde am I / my conforte he is / I have no mo. In all my nede he maketh me spede / his power is with me alwaye / to helpe me every daye. There is no evell can have his wyll a- and 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. Goostly 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. and spirituall songes Fo.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 / and halowed / also eve- C.iii. Goostly Psalmes ry houre. The kyngdome of thy grace drawe nye that thou mayst dwell alwaye in us / with thy holy spirite continually / that we remayne not vicious / but as thou hast geven us thy sprete / and spirituall songes. Fo.xii. 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 Goostly 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 / now are we come to praye to the / we are thy chyldren therfore we call / hear us father mercyfully. Now blessed and spirituall songes. Fo.xiii. be thy godly name / & ever amonge us sanctified there is none other but this same / 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. Goostly 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 and 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.b D.ii. Goostly 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 and spirituall songes Fo.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. Goostly 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 and spirituall songes. Fo.xvi. berte from al our sines & wickednes / our naugh tie lyfe & wantonnes / & wyl not condemne 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 Goostly 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. and 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 founde this rod / god & man naturall / he is the mornynge starre / E.i. Goostly 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 and 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 compa- seth us rounde about / who shuld us now sucour E.ii. Goostly 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 offended the, O lorde god most holy / O lord god most migh and spirituall songes. Fo.xix. tie / O holy & mercyfull savioure / thou most worthy god eternall / suffre us not at oure last houre / for any death from 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 Goostly 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 >and spirituall songes. Fo.xviii. ture of mankynde / 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 Goostly 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 and 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.a F.i. Goostly 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.
and spirituall songes. Fo.xxii.
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. Goostly 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. and spirituall songes Fo.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 Judicum9.c. And twenty thousande truly. ¶ Remembre how god kepte David ✱ From Saul that wicked kynge 1.Reg.23.e. F.iii. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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. and 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. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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 and spirituall songes. Fo.xxix. great kyndnes and mercy / that doth provyde both nyght and daye / both for oure soule and oure body / To mankynde hath god great plea sure / now is great peace every where / god hath H.i. Goostly 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.
and spirituall songes. Fo.xxx.
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 handmayden truly / beholde now after this day, H.ii. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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 and 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 dryven Goostly 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 overthrowen amonge mens chyldren piteously. ✱ It is but lyes and vanite Ose,7.a. and 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. Goostly 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, con- Act.4.Psal.70.a.&.82.a. spyryng together so wyckedly? wherfore are the people so malicious vayne thynges to y- and 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 prophete The lorde shall mocke them nyght and daye. Pro.1. I.ii. Goostly 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 commmaundement 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 prophete. 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.
and spirituall songes. Fo.xxxv.
The. xlv. Psalme of David. ¶ Deus noster refugium. Oure God is a defence and towre / a good armoure and good weapen / he hath ben ever oure helpe and sucoure / in all the troubles that we have ben in / therfore wyl we never drede I.iii. Goostly psalmes for any wonderous dede / by water or by londe / in hilles or the see sonde / our god hath them al in his hond 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. and 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 Goostly 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 and 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 Babilon / there sat we downe K.i. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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. and spirituall songes. Fo.xxxix. Blessed are all that feare the lorde / worship- Psal.33.b. pynge hym both nyght and daye / ordrynge theyr 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. Goostly 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. and 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 / even with thin owne handes Goostly 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 and 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 from L.i. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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. and 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 Goostly 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. and 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. Goostly 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 and 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. Goostly 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. and 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. Goostly 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 and 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 Goostly 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. and 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. Goostly psalmes the thynges that they do / there wyll not one do good truly. ✱¶ The lorde dyd loke here downe from 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. and 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.
N.ii. Goostly psalmes
The.C.xlvii.Psalme ¶ Lauda Hierusalem dominum Prayse thou the lorde Hierusalem / prayse thou thy god o Sion / for all thy strength stondeth whole in hym / he barreth & kepeth thy gates alone / endewyng thy chyldren in the with goodly and spirituall songes. Fo.li gyftes plenteously / blessyng thy congregacion ¶ 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.
N.iii. Goostly psalmes
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 and spirituall songes Fo.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. Goostly 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. and 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. Goostly psalmes written al / and now we se / thy worde openly 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 and 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
O.ii. Goostly psalmes
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 and spirituall songes. Fo.lvii. bought / great falsheed is founde 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. Goostly 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 and 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 Goostly Psalmes Amende youre lyves while the have space Let go the whorre of Babilon And thankes god of his grace.
¶ The songes conteyned in this boke, Thre songes of the holy goost. fo.i. Another of the Trenite. fo.iiii. Two of the. x. com- maundementes. fo.v. Two of the Crede. fo.vii. Two of the Pater no. fo.xi. Be glad now al ye christen men. fo.xiii. Now is oure health. fo.xv. Christ is the only sonne of. fo.xvii. Media vita. fo.xviii. By Adams fal. fo.xix. Wake up. fo.xxii. I cal on ye. fo.xxiiii. Of Christes byrth. fo.xxvi. Two of the resurrection. fo.xxvii. Gloria in excelsis deo. fo.xxviii. Magnificat. fo.xxx. Nunc dimittis. fo.xxxi. The,xi,Psalme. Sal- uum the fac. fo.xxxii. The.ii.psalme. Quare fre muerunt. fo.xxxiii. The.xlv.psalme. Deus no/ ster refugium. fo.xxxv. The.Cxxiii.psal. Nisi quia dominus. fo.xxxvi. The.Cxxxvi.psalme. Super flumina babi. fo.xxxvii. The. Cxxvii. Beati omnes, Another of the same. fo.xxxix. The.L.psalme. Miserers mei deus. Another of the same. fo.xli. The.Cxxix.psalme, De profundis fo.xliiii. The.xxiiii.psalme. Ad te domine leua. fo.xlv. The.lxvii.psal. Deus misereatur. fo.xlvii. The.xiii.psal, Dixit insipiens. fo.xlix. The.C. xlvii.psal. Lauda hierusalem. fo.l, The,C,xxxiii, Ecce quam bonum, fo,li, O heavenly lorde, fo,liii, Let go the whore of babilon, fo,fo,lvi, ¶ Imprynted by me Iohan Gough. Cum privilegio regali.