Into al the worlde goeth forth the speche of them, and their wordis unto the worldis ende.

He hath set in them a tabernacle for the sonne: whece he procedeth like a bridegrome out of his chabre, and like a geaunt he dresseth him selfe to peruse his coursse.

Frome the one syde of the hevens he goth forth myghtely to the tother: and there is noman that maye hyde him from his heat.

3.—Psalm xxii. by M. Coverdale. 1537. 16o.

1. The Lord is my Shepherd: I shall lack" nothing.

2. He feedeth me in a green pasture, and leadeth me to theb fresh

water.

3. He quickeneth my soul, and bringeth me forth in the way of righteousness for his name's sake.

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4. And though I walk d in the valley of the shadow of death, yet fear I no evil: for thou art with me: thy staff, thy sheep-hook do f comfort me.

5. Thou preparest a table before me against mine enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil, and fillest my cup full.

6. Oh let thy lovingkindness and mercy follow me all the days of my life, that I may dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

N. B. The readings below are from the Bible of 1535.

4.-Goostly Psalms, by Myles Coverdale. (1539.) 4o.

2.

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 hear some mery songe Synge us a songe of some swete toyne as ye were wont to synge at Sion where ye have lerned to synge so longe

3.

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 Hierusalem. I say to the

Yf I remembre the not truly

My honde playe on the harpe nomore Yf I thynke not on the alwaye

Let my tonge cleve to my mouth for ayc and let my loose my speache therfore.

4.

Yee above all myrth and pastaunce

Hierusalem I preferre the

Lorde call to thy remembraunce

The sonnes of Edom ryght strately

In the daye of the destruccion

which at Hierusalem was done

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.

5.

O thou cite of Babilon

Thou thyselfe 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.

5.-Psalm xiv. by Princess Elizabeth. 1548. 12o.
Fooles that true fayth, yet never hod,
Sayth in their hartes, There is no God.
Fylthy they are, in their practyse,
Of them not one, is godly wyse.

From heaven the lorde, on man ded loke,
The knowe what wayes, he undertoke,

All they were vayne. and went a straye,
Not one he founde, in the ryght waye,
In harte and tunge, have they deceyte,
Their lyppes throwe fourth, a poysened beyte.
Their myndes are mad, their mouthes are wode.
And swyft they be, in shedynge blode.

So blynde they are, no truth they knowe,
No feare of God, in them wyll growe.

How can that cruell sort be good?

Of Gods dere folcke, whych sucke the blood?
On hym ryghtly, shall they not call.
Dyspayre wyll so, their hartes appall.
At all tymes God. is with the iust,
Bycause they put, in hym their trust.
Who shall therfor, from Syon geve,
That helthe whych hägeth, in our beleve?

Whan God shall take, frō hys the smart,

Than wyll Jacob, reioyce in hart.
Prayse to God.

6.-The Penitential Psalms, by Sir Thos. Wyatt. 1549. 12°.

Ps. li.

Rue on me Lord, for thy goodnes and grace

That of thy nature, arte so bountifull

For that goodnes, that in thy worde doth brace
Repugnant natures, in quiet wōderfull
And for thy mercyes, nōber withoute ende
In heaven and earth, perceaved so plentifull
That over al, they do themselfes extende
For hys mercye, moche more then man can synne

Do away my synne, that thy grace offende

Ofte tymes agayne wasshe me, but washe me well wythin
And from my synnes, that thus makes me afrayde
Make thou me cleane, as ever thy wonte hath bene

For unto thee nowe, none can be layde
For too prescrybe, remyssion of synne

In harte retourned, as thou thyselfe haste sayd
And I beknowe my faulte, and my neglygence.

7.-The Psalter, by R. Crowley. 1549. 4o.
Psalm xix.

To us the heavens do declare,

Godde's wonderful glorie :

And the cōpasse thereof doeth shewe
hys handworcke trulye.

The day that succedeth shall teach

us yet a little more:

And the nyght folowynge shall shewe
more then that went before.

They have no maner of language,

nor wordes sowndynge wyth noyse:
They speake not as men use to speake,
no ma doeth heare theyr voyce.

Yet went theyr rule through out ye world,
all men have heard theyr sounde :
And theyr wordes went into the coastes,
of all the worlde so rownde.

In these heavens the Lorde hath sette,

a dwellyngeplace and tent:

For the sunne that wyth his bryght beames,

is alwaye resplendent.

And as a brydgrowme he commeth

out of his bower bryght:

Ryght cherfully to renne his rase,

lyke to a man of myght.

At the utmost parte of the easte, he doeth his rase begynne: And in the utmoste of the weste, is hys returnynge in.

And under the heavens that be so wonderfull and wyde:

There is not one that from his heate may hym absent or hyde.

8.-Psalms, by Sternhold. 1549. 12o.

Psalm xix.

1.

The heavens and the fyrmamente,

do wondersly declare:

The glory of God omnipotent,

Hys woorkes and what they are,

2.

Eche day declareth by hys course,

an other day to come:

And by the nyght we knowe lykewise, a nyghtly course to runne.

3.

Ther is no lāguage, tong, or speche,

where theyr sound is not hearde: In al the earth and coastes therof theyr knowledge is conferd.

4.

In them the lord made royally, a settle for the sunne: Where lyke a Gyant joyfully

he myght hys iourney runne.

5.

And all the skye from ende to ende he compast round about:

No man can hyde hym from his heate but he wil fynd hym out.