PSALM XXIV .
Domini est terra.
1.
The earth is God's, and what the globe of earth containeth,
And all that in that globe doth dwell,
For by His power the land vpon the ocean raigneth,
Through Him the floods to their beds fell.
2.
Who shall climb to the hill which God's own hill is named?
Who shall stand in His holy place?
He that hath hurtless hands, whose inward heart is framed
All pureness ever to embrace;
3.
Who, shunning vanity and works of vaineness leaving,
Vainly doth not puff vp his mind;
Who never doth deceiue, and much lesse his deceaving
With periury doth falsly bind.
4.
A blessing from the Lord, from God of his salvation,
Sweet righteousness shall he receiue;
Jacob, this is thy seed, God-seeking generation,
Who search of God's face never leaue.
5.
Lift vp yor heads, you gates, and you, doores ever biding,
In comes the King of Glory bright:
Who is this glorious King, in might and power riding?
The Lord, whose strength makes battails fight.
6.
Lift vp yor heads, you gates, and you, doores ever biding,
In comes the King of Glory bright:
Who is this glorious King, the Lord of armyes guiding?
Even He, the King of Glory hight.
PSALM XXVI .
Judica me, Domine.
1.
Lord, judg me and my case,
For I haue made my race
Within the bounds of innocence to byde;
And setting Thee for scope
Of all my trustfull hope,
I held for sure that I should never slyde.
2.
Proue me, O Lord most high,
Me with thy touch-stone try;
Yea, sound my reines, and in most of my heart;
For so Thy loving hand
Before my eyes did stand,
That from Thy truth I will not depart.
3.
I did not them frequent
Who be to vaineness bent,
Nor kept with base dissemblers company;
Nay, I did even detest
Of wicked wights the nest,
And from the haunts of such bad folks did fly.
4.
In th' innocence of me
My hands shall washed be,
And with those hands about Thy altar waite;
That I may still expresse
With voyce of thankfulness
The works perform'd by Thee, most wondrous great.
5.
Lord, I haue loved well
The house where Thou dost dwell,
Ev'n where Thou makest Thy honour's biding-place:
Sweet Lord, write not my soul
Within the sinners' roll,
Nor my life's cause match with blood-sucker's case;
6.
With hands of wicked shifts,
With right hands staind with gifts
But while I walk in my unspotted ways,
Redeem and shew me grace;
So I in public place,
Set on plain ground, will Thee Jehova prayse.
Domini est terra.
1.
The earth is God's, and what the globe of earth containeth,
And all that in that globe doth dwell,
For by His power the land vpon the ocean raigneth,
Through Him the floods to their beds fell.
2.
Who shall climb to the hill which God's own hill is named?
Who shall stand in His holy place?
He that hath hurtless hands, whose inward heart is framed
All pureness ever to embrace;
3.
Who, shunning vanity and works of vaineness leaving,
Vainly doth not puff vp his mind;
Who never doth deceiue, and much lesse his deceaving
With periury doth falsly bind.
4.
A blessing from the Lord, from God of his salvation,
Sweet righteousness shall he receiue;
Jacob, this is thy seed, God-seeking generation,
Who search of God's face never leaue.
5.
Lift vp yor heads, you gates, and you, doores ever biding,
In comes the King of Glory bright:
Who is this glorious King, in might and power riding?
The Lord, whose strength makes battails fight.
6.
Lift vp yor heads, you gates, and you, doores ever biding,
In comes the King of Glory bright:
Who is this glorious King, the Lord of armyes guiding?
Even He, the King of Glory hight.
PSALM XXVI .
Judica me, Domine.
1.
Lord, judg me and my case,
For I haue made my race
Within the bounds of innocence to byde;
And setting Thee for scope
Of all my trustfull hope,
I held for sure that I should never slyde.
2.
Proue me, O Lord most high,
Me with thy touch-stone try;
Yea, sound my reines, and in most of my heart;
For so Thy loving hand
Before my eyes did stand,
That from Thy truth I will not depart.
3.
I did not them frequent
Who be to vaineness bent,
Nor kept with base dissemblers company;
Nay, I did even detest
Of wicked wights the nest,
And from the haunts of such bad folks did fly.
4.
In th' innocence of me
My hands shall washed be,
And with those hands about Thy altar waite;
That I may still expresse
With voyce of thankfulness
The works perform'd by Thee, most wondrous great.
5.
Lord, I haue loved well
The house where Thou dost dwell,
Ev'n where Thou makest Thy honour's biding-place:
Sweet Lord, write not my soul
Within the sinners' roll,
Nor my life's cause match with blood-sucker's case;
6.
With hands of wicked shifts,
With right hands staind with gifts
But while I walk in my unspotted ways,
Redeem and shew me grace;
So I in public place,
Set on plain ground, will Thee Jehova prayse.