9.-Certain Psalms, by W. Hunnis. 1550. 8°.

Psalm li.
1.

Have mercye lorde, upon my soule

thy goodnes me restore,

And for thy mercye infinite

my synne thynke on no more.

2.

From wickednes lorde wasshe thou me
and clense me from my synne,
For I confesse my evyll lyfe

that I before was in.

3.

Onlye to the have I synned

and done yll in thy syght,

That in thy wordes whe men the judge myghtest overcome by ryghte.

4.

Beholde I was begotte in synne

and so my mother bare me Wherfore I clayme thy savynge helthe Mercy good lorde and spare me.

5.

That I may render unto the

truthe in the inwarde parte Then secretely I shall receive thy wysedome in my hart.

6.

With ysop lorde then sprinkell me
And so shall I be cleane

And whyter thus shall I be made

than ever snowe hath ben.

10.-Psalms by Sternhold. 1551. 12o.

Psalm xix.

1.

The heavens and the firmament,

doe wonderously declare : The glorye of god omnipotent, his workes and what they are.

2.

Eche daye declareth by his course, an other daye to come:

And by the night we knowe likewyse a nightly course to runne.

3.

There is no language, tong, or speche, where their sound is not heard:

In all the earth and coastes thereof their knowledge is conferde.

4.

In them the Lorde made royally
A settle for the sunne:
Where lyke a Giant joyfully,

he might his iourney runne.

5.

And all the skye from ende to ende, he compast rounde about :

No man can hide him from his heate but he will finde him out.

11.-Certain Psalms, by F. Seagar. 1553. 12o.

Psalm cxii.

The man is blest that feareth God

and walketh in hys waye:

That in hys lawe, hath hys delyght
and doth hys wyll obaye.

Hys seade on earth, shall prosper well
And wondrouslye increase :
The faythfull flock, shal be blessed
Wyth everlastinge peace.

Hys house wyth rytches, shall abounde
Wyth plenty and great store:
Hys ryghteousnes shall styl indure

and last for evermore.

Unto the man that mercy sheweth

and walketh here aryght;

From darknes great, shall then appeare
Unto hys eyes playne lyght.

O happy is, the mercyfull
That lendeth lyberallye :
And in hys words, is circumspect
And speaks advysedlye.

The wycked and the ungodlye

Shall it beholde and se:

And wyll conceave dyspleasure then
And sore offended be.

They shall for it, gnashe with theyr teath
And vanysh quyte awaye:

And all their desyre, and their wyll
Shall peryshe and decaye.

12.-Psalms by Sternhold, printed at Geneva. 1556.* 16o.

1.

The heavens and the firmamenta
do wonderously b declare,

The glory of God omnipotent,

his workes and what they are.

2.

The wonderous workes of God appeare,

by everyd day's successe:

The nyghtese which likwise their race runne f,
the selfe same thinges & expresse.

3.

Ther h is no language, tong, or spechek,

where theyr sound is not hearde:

In all the earth and coastes therof

theyr m knowledge is conferd.

4.

In them the lorden made for the sunne

a place of great renome

Who like a bridegrome rady trimed

doth P from his chamber come.

* Various readings, from the edition printed at Edinburgh, 1564.

13.-The Psalter, by Abp. Parker. (about 1560.) 4°.

6.

His course goeth out even round about,

the heaven and back retreatth : From East to West: it hath no rest,

all thynge doth feele hys heate.

14.-The Psalms, Sternhold's. Edinburgh, 1564. 8°. See various readings from this edition, appended to that of 1556; No. 12.

15.-The Psalmes, by Arthur Golding. 1571. 4°.

1. The skyes declare the glorie of God, and the cope of heaven telleth foorth the woorkes of his handes.

2. Day unto day uttereth, speeche, and nyght unto nyght telleth foorth knowledge.

3. There is no speeche, nor language, where their voyce is not herd.

4. Their wryting is gone foorth intoo all the earth, and their wordes intoo the uttermost coastes of the world: in them hath he set a pavilion for the Sonne.

5. And he cometh foorth as a brydegroome out of his chamber, and reioyceth like a strong man too ronne his race.

6. His coming out is from the uttermost coste of the heavens, and his gooing about is uppon the uttermost poynt of the same and no man is hid from the heate of him.

16.-Certain Psalms, by R. Stanihurst. 1583. 8°.
Psalm ii.

With franticque madnesse why frets thee multitud heathen?
And to vayn attemptings what fury sturs the pepil?
Al thee worldlye Regents, in clustred coompanye crowded,
For toe tread and trample Christ with his holye godhead.
Brake we their hard fetters, wee that be in Christia houshold,
Also from oure persons pluck we their yrnye yokes.
Hee skorns their woorcking, that dwels in blessed Olympus:
And at their brainsick trumperie follye flireth.

Then shall he speake too those in his hard implacabil anger,

And shall turmoyle them, then, with his heavye furye.

I raigne and doe governe, as king, by the Lord his apoinctmēt, Of mount holy Sion, his wil eke hev'nly preaching.