Certain psalms chosen out of the psalter of David/ commonly called thee vii penytentiall psalms, drawn into english metre by Sir Thomas Wyatt Knight, whereunto is added a prologue of the auctore before every psalm, very pleasant & profettable to the godly reader. Imprinted at London in Paul's Churchyard, at the sign of thee Star, By Thomas Raynald. and john Harryngton ¶ To the right honourable and his singular good Lord, William, Marqu●she of Northampton, Earl of Essex, Barone of K●ndal, Lord Parr, & knight of the most noble order of the Garter, your most bon●en orator at commandment, john Hattington, wysh●th health, & prosperity with increase of virtue & the mercy of God for ever. considering th● manifold duties and abundant service that I own unto your good lordship (right honourable, & my Singul●r good Lord) I can not, but see infinite causes● why I chiefly of all others ought (with all cheerful and ready endeavour) to gratify your good Lordship by all means possible, and to apply myself wholly to thee same, as one that would gladly, but can by no means able to do accordingly as his bounden duette requireth: I cannot, I say, but see & acknowledge myself bound, and not able to do such service as jowe, both for the inestimable benefits that your noble progenito●s, and also your good Lordship hath showed unto my parents & pr●dycessors: & also to myself, as to one least able to do any acceptable service, though the will be at all times most ready, In token whereof, your lordship shall at all times perceive, by simple things, that my ●ittel wit shall be able to invent that if mine heart could do you any service: no labour or travail should withhold me from doing my duties & that if busy labour & that heart might be able to pay the du●tye that love oweth: your lordship should in no point find me ingrate or unthankful. And to declare this my ready will: I have dedicated unto your name, this little treatise, which after I had perused and by th'advise of others (better learned than myself) determined to put it in print, that the noble fame of so worthy a Knight, as was thee Auctor hereof, Sir Thomas Wyatt, should not perish but remain as well for his syngul●r learning, as valiant deeds in ●ne●cyal frates: I thought that I could not find a more worthy patron for such a man's work then your Lordship, whom I have always known to be of so godly a zeal, to thee furtherance of gods holy & a secret gospel, most humbly beseeching your good Lordship, herein to accept my good will, and too esteem me as one that wisheth unto the same all honour, health, and prosperous success. AMEN. ☞ Your good lordships most humble at commandment john Hartington. ¶ The Prologue of the Auctor Love to give law unto his subjects hearts Stood in the eyes of Barsabe the bright And in a look anon hym selfes converts Cruelly pleasant, before King David's sight first dazed his ●yes, & further forth he s●art●s With venemed breath, as softly as he might touch his sinews, and over runs his bones With ●●epynge fire, sparkled for the nonce And when he saw, that kindled was the flame The noisome poison, in his heart he lanced So that the soul did tremble with the same And in his brawl, as he stood and traunced Yielding vn●o the figure, and thee frame That those fair eyes, had in his pre●ens glaun●●d Th● tor●●● that love, had printed in his ●reste● 〈◊〉 honoureth it, as a thing of things ves●e ☞ So that he forgot, the wisdom a●d forecast Which woe to realms, when that 〈…〉 doth lack Forg●●●●ge ●ke, god's Majesty as 〈◊〉 Y●a, a●● his own, forthwith he doth to make ●rye to go, into ●hee field in 〈◊〉 Urye I say: that was his jewels make Under pretence, of certain victory For enemies sword, a ready pray to be Whereby he may, enjoy her out o● doubt Whom more th●n God, or himself he mindeth And after he had brought this thing about And of t●at lust, possessed himself he fyndeth● That hath and doth reverse, and cl●ne turn out Kings from kingdoms, and cities vndermynd●th He blinded thinks this train, so blind and close To blind all things, that nothing way it disclose ☞ But Nathan hath spied, out this treachery With rueful cheer, and sets afore his face The great offence, outrage and injury That he hath done too God, as in this case By murder for too cloak adultery He showeth eke from heaven, thee threats alas So sternly sore, this Prophet this Nathan That all amused was, this woeful aged man ¶ Like him that meateth with horror and with fear The heat doth straight forsake the limits cold The colour ●ke droppeth down from his cheer So doth he feel his fire manifold His heat, his lust, his pleasure all in scare Consume and waste● and straight his crown of gold. His purple pauler, his sceptre he lets fall And to the ground, he throweth himself with all ☞ Then pompious pride, of state and dignity Forth with rebate repentant humbleness Thinner vile cloth, then clothed poverty Doth scantly hide and clad his nakedness His fair hoore beard, of reverent gravity With ruffeled heir, knowing his wickedness More like was he, the same repentance Then stately prince, of wordly governance ☞ ●ys harp he taketh, in hand to be his guide wherewith he offereth, plaints his soul to save That from his heart, distilleth on every side Wythedrawing himself, into a dark cau● Within the ground, where he might him ●yde Flying the light, as in prison or grave In which as soon, as David entered had The dark horror, did make his fault a dread ✚ But without, prolonging or delay Of that, which might his Lord his God appease Falleth on his knees, and with his harp I say Afore his breast, frawted with disease Of stormy sighs, deep draughts of his decay Dressed upright, seeking to conterpase His songs with sighs and touching of the strings With tender heart, too thus to God he sings Domine ne in furore O Lord sins my mouth, thy mighty name Suffereth itself my lord, to name & to call Here hath my harp, he taken by the same That the repentance, which I have and shall may at thy hand, seek mercy as the thing Of only comfort to wretched sinners all Whereby I dare with humble bemoaning By the goodness of thee, this thing require Chas●yce me not, for my deserving According to thy ●uste conceived ire O lord I dread, and that I did not dread I me repent, and evermore desire Thee to dread, I open here and spread My fault to thee, but thou for thy goodness Measure it not, in largeness nor in bread. Punish it not as asketh thee greatness Of thy furor provoked by mine offence Temper, o lord, the harm of my excess With mending will that I for recompense Prepare again, and rather pity me For I am weak, and clean without defence More is the need, I have of remedy For of the hole, the ●eche taketh no cure The sheep that strayeth thee shepherd seeks to see I lord am strayed, and seek without recure Feel all my limbs, that have rebelled for fear Shake in despair unless thou me assure My flesh is troubled, my heart doth fear the spe●r● That dread of death, of death that ever lasts Threateth of right, and draweth near and near Much more my soul, is troubled by the blasts Of these assaults, that come as thick as hail Of worldly vanities, that temptation ca●les Against the bulwark, of the flesh frail Wherein thee soul, in great perplexity Feeleth the senses, with the tha● assayed Conspire corrupt by pleasure and van●ie Whereby the wretch, doth too the shade resort Of hope in thee, in this extremity But thou● o lord, how long a●ter this sort Forberest thou, to see my misery Suffer me yet, in hope of some comfort Fear & not feel, that thou forgettest me Return (o lord) I beseech thee o lord Unto thy old, wont benygnitye Reduce revive, my soul, be thou the leech And reconcile, the great hatred and ●●ryte That it hath had, against the flesh the wretch That stirred hath thy wrath by filthy life See how my soul, doth fret it to the bones Inward remorse, so sharpeth it like a knife T●at but thou help, the caitiff that be●o●●●s His great offence, it turneth anon to dust Here hath thy mercy, matter for the nonce For if thy righteous hand, that is so just Suffer no sin, or strike with damnation Thy infinite mercy, want, needs it must Subject matter, for his operation For that in death, there is no memory Among the dampened, nor yet no mention Of thy great name ground of all glory Then if I die, and go where as I fear To think there on, how shall thy great mer●ye Sound in my mouth, unto thee worlds care For there is none● that ●an the laud and love For that thou wilt no love, among them there Su●fer my cries, thee mercy too move That wont is, a hundred years offence In a moment of repentance, to remove How oft have I called up with diligence This slothful flesh, long afore the day For to confess, his fault and negligence That to the den, for ought that I could say Hath still returned, too shroud himself from cold Whereby, if suffereth none for such delay By mighty plaints, in stead of pleasures old I wash my bed, with tears continual To dull my sight, that it be never bold To steer my heart again, to such a fall Thus dry I up, among my foes in woe That with my fall, do rise and grow withal And me be set even now, where I am so With secret traps, to trouble my penance Some do present to me, my weeping eyes The cheer, the manner, beauty, or countenance Of her● whose look alas, did make me blind Some other offer, to my remembrance These pleasant words, now bitter to my mind And some, show me the power, of my armour Triumph, and conquest, and to my head assind Doodle dia●●me, some show favour Of people frail, palace, pomp and riches To the meremaydes', and their baits of error I stop my ears, with help of thy goodness And for I feel, it cometh alone of the That to my harp, these foes have none access Dare them bid, avoid wretches and flee The Lord hath heard, the voice of my complaint Your engines, take no more effect in me The Lord hath heard (I say) and sen● me faint Under your hand, and pitieth my distress He shall do make my senses, by constraint Obey thee rule, that reason shall express Where that thee disobeyed, of your glozing bait Made them usurp, a power in all excess Shamed be they all, that so do lie in wait To compass me● by myssing of their pray Shame and rebuke, redound to such deceit Soden confusion, as stroke with our delay Shall so deface, their crafty suggestion That they to hurt my health, no more assay Sense I, O Lord, remain in thy protection The Auctor WHo so hath seen, the sick in his fever After truce taken, with the heat or cold And that the fit is paste, of his fever Draw fainting sighs, let him I say behold sorrowful David, after his languor The with his tears, that from his eyen down rolled Paused his plaint, and laid down his harp Faithful record, of all his sorrows sharp ✚ It seemed now, that of his fault the horror Did make a feared no more hy● hope of grace Thee threats whereof in horrible terror Did hold his heart, as in despair a space Till he had will, to seek for his succour Himself accusing, beknowing his case Thinking so bes●e, his lord to appease And not yet healed, he fealethe his disease ☞ Now seemeth fearful, no more the dark cave That erst did make his fault, for to tremble A place devout, of refuge for too save The succurles, it rather did resemble For who had seen, so kneeling with in the grave The chief pasture, of the hebrews assemble Would judge it, made by tears of penitence A sacred place, worthy of reverence ☞ with vapored eyes, he looked hear, and there And when he hath, a while himself bethought Gathering his spirits, that were disdmayde for fear His harp again, unto his hand he wrought Tuning accord, by judgement of his ear His hearts botome● for a sigh he sought And there withal, upon the hollow tree With strained voice, again thus cried he Beati quorum remiss sunt. OH happy are they, that have forgiveness got Of th●ir offence, not by their penitence As by merit which recompenseth not All though that yet pardon, hath not offence without thee same, but by thee goodness Of him that hath, perfect intelligence Of heart contrite, and covert thee greatness Of sin, within a merciful discharge And happy are they, that have the wilfulness Of lust restraygned, afore it went at large Provoked by the dread, of God's furor Whereby they have not on their backs thee charge Of other faults, too suffer thee dolour For that their fault, was never execute In open ●yghte, example o● error And happy is he, to whom God doth impute No more his fault, by knowledging his sin And cleansed now, thee lord doth him repure As adder fresh, new stripped from his skin Nor in his spirit, is ought undiscovered I for because, I hid it siylle within thinking by state, in fault to be preferred Do find by hiding of my fault my harm As he that findeth, his health hindered By secret wound, concealed from the charm Of leches cure, that else had, had redress And feel my bones, consume and wax unferme By daily rage, roaring in excess The heavy hand, on me was so encreaste Both day and night, & hold my heart in press With pricking thoughts, by revinge me my rest That weth●red is my lus●ynes away As summer heats, that have thee grain oppres●e. Wherefore I did, another way assay And sought forth with, to open in thy sight My fault, my fear, my filthiness I say And not to hide, from thee, my great unright I shall quoth I, against myself confess Unto thee Lord, all my sinful plight And thou forth with didst wash the wyckedn●sse Of mine offence, of truth right thus it is Wherefore they, that have tas●ed thy goodness At me, shall take example, as of this And pray, and s●ke i●t● me, for time of grace Th●n shall the storms, and ●●uddes of harm And him to r●●he, shall ●euer have the space Thou art my refuge, and only ●auegarde From the troubles that compass me the place Such joys, as he that scapeth his enemies ward With loosed bands, hath in liberty Such is my joy, thou haste to me prepared That as the see man in his jeopardy By sudden sight, perceived hath the light So by thy great merciful property Within thy book thus read I my comfort I shall the teach, and give understanding And point to thee, what way thou shalt resort For thy address, to keep the from wandering My eye shall take the charge to be thy guide I ask thereto, of the only this thing Be not like horse or mule that men do ride That not alone doth his master know But for thee good, thou must him betide And bridled lest his guide he bite or throw Oh diverse there are chastesinges of sin In meat, and drink, in breath, that man doth blow In sleep, and watch, in fretting still with in That never suffer rest unto the mind Field with offence, that new and new begin With thousand fears, the heart to strain and blind: But for all this he that in God doth trust Wy●he ●●●cy●, shall himself defended find joice, and rejoice, I say: you that be just In him that maketh, & holdeth you so still In him your glory, always set you must All you that be, of upright heart and will The Auctor This song ended, David did sty●t● his voice And in that while, he about with his eye Did seek the dark cave, with which without noise His silence seemed, too argue and ●●●lye Upon his harp, this peace that did rejoice The 〈…〉 so did call And f●●●d● mercy, at plentiful mercy's hand Never denied, but where it was withstand ☞ As the servant, in his masters face Finding pardon, of his passed offence considering his great goodness, and his grace Glad tears dystylles, as gladsome recompense Right so David, seemed in thee place A marble Image, of singular reverence Carved in the rock, with eyes and hand on high Made is by craft, to plain, to sob, to sigh This while a beam that bright son forth sendeth That son the which was neue● son could hide Pierceth thee cave, and on the harp descendethe Whose glaunsing light, the world did over glide And such luyster upon the harp extendethe As light of lamp, upon the gold cleave tried The torn whereof into his eyes did s●e●te surprised with joy, by penance of the heart ☞ He more inflamed, with far more hot effect Of God than he was erst of Barsabe His left foot did on thee earth erect just thereby remaineth the other knee To thee left side, his wayght● h● doth direct For hope of health, his harp again taketh he His hand, his tuyne, his mind sought his lay Which to the lord, with sober voice did say Domine ne in furore tuo. O Lord as I have thee, both prayed and pray Although in thee, be no alteration But that we men, like as ourselves we say Mesuring thy justice, by ou● mutation Chastise me not (oh lord) in thy furor Nor me correct, in wrathful castigation For that thy arrows, of fear, of Terror Of sword, of sickness, of famine, of fire Sticks deep in me, I (loo) from mine ●rrour Am plucked up, as horse out of the mire With stroke of spur, such is thy hand on me That in my flesh, for terror of thy ire Is not one point, of f●rme stab●lytye Nor in my bones, there is no steadfastness such is my dread of mutabylyt●e For that I know●● m● fraylfull wickedness For why? my sins above m● head are bound Like heavy weights, that doth my force oppress Under the which I stoop, and b●we to the ground As wyllow plant, haled by violence And of my flesh, each not well cured wound That festered is, by folly, and n●clygence By secret luste● hath ra●k●d under skin Not duly cured, by my penitence Perceiving thus, the tyranny of sin That with weight, hath humbled and depressed My pride, by grudging of the worm within That never dyeth● I live with 〈◊〉 rest So are mine ●ntrayles I●f●●● with fervent ●ore feeding my harm, ● my wel●● oppressed That in my ●leshe●, is 〈…〉 ●he therefore So wondrous great, hath been my vexation That it forsced my heart, to cry and roar O lord thou knowest, thinwa●de contemplation Of my desire, thou knowest my sighs and plaints Thou knowest, the tears of my lamentation Cannot express, my hearts inward restrayntes My heart pantethe, my force I feel it quail My sight, my eyes, my look decays and fayntes And when mine enemies, did me most assail My friends most sure, wherein I set most trust Mine own virtues, soonest th● did fail And stood apart, reason & wyt●, unjust As kin unkind, were fardeste gone at need So had they place, there venume out to thrust That sought my death, by naughty word and dead Theridamas tongues reproach, their wit did fraud apply And I like deaf & dom, forth my way go Like one that heres not, nor hath ●o reply Not one word again, knowing that from thine hand These things proceed, & thou lord shalt reply My trust in that, wherein I s●ycke and stand Yet have I had, great cause to dread and fear That thou wouldst give, my foes the over hand For in my fall, they showed such pleasant cheer That there withal, I always in the lash Abide the stroke, and with me every where I bear my fault, that greatly doth abash My doleful cheer, for I my 〈◊〉 confess And my deperte, doth all my comforts dash In the m●ne while● mine enemi●● still increase And my prouokers● hereby do● augment That without cause● to hurt me do no ●●ase In evil for good against m● they be bent And hinder shall, my good present of grace Loo now my god, that seest my whole intent My lord I am, thou knowest in what case Forsake me not, be not far from me gone Haste to my help, haste lord, & hast apace O lord● the lord, of all my health alone The Auctor Like as the pilgrim, that in a long way fainting for heat, provoked by some wind In some fresh shade lieth down ●t mids of the day So doth of David, the weary voice and mind Ca●e breath of sighs, when he had song this lay Under such shade, as sorrow hath assigned And as thee tone, still minds his viage end So doth the other, to mercy still pretend ☞ On four cords, his fingers he pretends Without hearing, or judgement of the sound Down of his eyes, a stream of tears descends Without feeling, that tryckell on the ground Is 〈◊〉 that bledes in vainer right so Intends Thaltred senses to that that the● are bound● But lyghe and weep, he can no●● other thing And look up still, unto the heaue● king ☞ But who hath been without the cave mouth And ●earde thee tearest and sighs that him did strain He would have sworn there had out of the ●outh● A luke warm wind, brought forth a smoky rain But that so close the cave was, a●d unkoweth That none but god, was record of his pain ●●s had the ●ynde blown, in all Israel ●ares Of their king, the woeful plaint and tears ✚ Of why●h son part when he up s●pped had Like as he, whom his own thought● affairs He turns his look, him seemed that the shade Of his offen●e, again his force assays ●y violent despair, on him too ●ade St●rrynge like him, whom sudden despair dismayed His heart he strains, and from his heart out brings This song that I note, weather he crieth or sings Miserere mei deus RUe on me Lord, for thy goodness and grace That of thy nature art so bountiful For that goodness that in thy word doth brace Repugnant natures● in quiet wonderful And for thy mercies, number with out end In heaven and earth perc●aued so plentiful That over all, they do themself ● extend For his mercy, moche more than man can sin Do a way my sin, that thy grace offend Oft times again wash me but wash me well within And from my sins, that thus makes me afraid Make thou me clean, as ever thy wont hath ben● For unto thee now, none can be laid For too prescribe, ●emyssyon of sin I● heart returned, as thou thyself has●e said And I besnowe my fault, and ●ny negligence In my sight my sins is fixed fas●e Thereof too haue● more perfect penitence To the abo●e● to the have I trespass For none can cure my fault, but thou alone For in thy sight, I have not been aghast For to offend, judging thy sight as none So that my fault, were hid from sight of man Thy majesty, so from my sight was gone This know I, and repent, pardon thou then Whereby thou shalt kepe● still thy word stable Thy justice pure and clean, because that when I pardoned am, than forth with iusticiable just I am judged, by justice of thy grace For I myself, loo, thing most unstable Form in offence, conceived in like case Am naughty but sin from m● nativity Be not these said, for mine excuse, ah alas But of thy help, to show necessity inward For loo, thou lovest the truth of the heart Which yet doth live, in most fydelite Though I have fallen, by frail ouertha●rte For wilful malice, lead me not the way● So moche, as hath thee flesh, dr●●en me apart Wherefore (O Lord●) as thou hast ●one alway Teach me, the hidden wisdom of thy lore Since that my faith, doth not ●●t decay And as the jews, to heal thee ●●pper ●ore with Isoppe cleanse, cleanse me and I am clean Thou shalt me wash, and more than snow therefore I shallbe white, how fowl my fault hath been Thou of my health, shall gladsome tidings bring When from above, remission shallbe seen Descend on earth, thou shal●e for joy upspringe The bones, that were before reassumed to dust Look not, oh Lord, upon my●● offending But do away my deeds, that are vniu●●e Make a clean heart in the middle of my bres●● With spirit v●r●●g●t, voided from filthy lus●● From thine eyes ●●re ●ast me not in v●res●e Nor take from me, thee spirit of holiness Render to me● joy of thy help & h●ste My will confirm, with the spirit of steadfastness And by this, shall these godly things ensue Sinners I shall, into thy ways address They shall return to thee, and thy grace sue My tongue shall praise, thy justification My mouth shall spread, thy glorious praise true But of thyself, o God, this operation It must proceed by purging me from blood Among the ●uste● tha● I m●y● have relatyon And of thy lands for to let ●ut the flood Thou must, oh lord● my lips ●yrste unlose For if thou hadst, esteemed pleasant good The outward deeds, that outward men disclose I would have offered, unto the sacrifice But thou delytest not, in no such gloze Of ouward deed, as men dream and devise The sacrifice, that the lord liketh most Is spirit contrite, low heart in humble wise Thou dorste accept, o God, for pleasant host Make Zion, Lord, according to thy will Inward Zion the Zion of the host Of hearts, Ieru●alem strength thy walls still Then shalt thou take for good the outward deeds Of a sacrifice, thy pleasure too fulfil The Auctor OF deep secrets, that David there did sing Of mercy, or faith, of frailty of grace Of god's goodness, and of iusty●yinge Thy goodness did so, astony him 〈◊〉 ●● who might sa●e, who hath expressed this thing ● sinner, I● what have I saide● a● 〈◊〉 That gods goodness, wold● with 〈◊〉 ●onge entreat L●● me again, consider and repeat ☞ And so he doth but expressed by word But in his harte● he turneth and payseth Each word that his lips, might ford abroad He pointeth, he pawseth, he wondereth, he praiseth The mercy that hydethe, of justice the sword The justice that so, his promise accomplysheth For his words sake, to worthyles desert That gratis, his grace, to men doth depart Here hath he comfort, when he doth measure Measureles mercy, to measureles faults To prodygalle sinners, Infinytye treasure Treasure celestial, that never shall default Ye, when that sin shall fail, and may not endure Mercy shall reign again, whom shall not assault Of hell prevail, by whom lo, at this day Of heaven gates, remission is thee kaye And when David, had pondered well and tried A●d seeth himself, not outterly deprived For light of grace, that dark of sin did hide He findeth his hoop moche, there with revived He importeth on the lord, on every side For he knoweth well, that to mercy is ascribed Respecteles labour, importune, cry, and call And thus beginneth his song, there withal Domine exaudi orationem meam. LOrd hear my prayer, & let my cry pass Unto thee, lord, without Impedyments Do not from me, turn thy merciful face Unto myself, le●uynge my government In time of trouble, and adversity incline unto me, thine ear & thine intent And when I call, help mine necessity readily grant, theffect of my desire boldly too please thy Majesty And eke my case, such haste doth well require For like a sink, my days are passed away My bones dried up, as a furnace with the fire My heart, my mind, is withered up like hay But I have forgot, to take 〈◊〉 bread My bread of life, thee word o● truth I say And for my painful sighs, & my dread My bones my strength, my very force of mind cleaved to the flesh, and from the spirit were fled As desperate, thy mercy for to find So made I am, the sudden pelican And like the owl, that flieth by proper kind Light of the day, and hath herself beta'en To ruin life, out of all company With waker care, that which this woe began Like thee sparrow, was I Solytarye That sits alone, under the houses ●aues This while my foes, conspired continually And did provoke, the harm of my disease Wherefore like ashes, my bread did me savour Of thy just word, the taste might not me please Wherefore my drink, I tempered with liquor Of weeping tears, that from mine eyes did rain Because I know, the wrath of thy furor Provoked by right, had of my pride disdain For thou didst lift me up, to throw me down To teach me, how to know myself again Whereby I know, that helpless I should drown My days l●ke shadow decline, and I do cry A●d the forever, eternity doth drown World without end, doth last thy memory For this frailty, that yoketh all man kind Thou shalt awake, and rue this misery Rue on Zion, Zion, that as I find Is thee people, that live under the law For now is time, the time at hand assind The time so long●, that thy servants draw In great desire, to see that pleasant day day of redeeming Zion, from sins awe For they have Ruthe, to see in such decay In dust and s●ones, this wretched Zion lore Then the gentiles, shall dread thy name alway All earthily kings, thy glory shall honour Then when thy grace, thy Zion thus redeemeth When thus thou hast declared, thy mighty power The lord his servants, wishes and so esteemeth That him turneth, unto the power request To our dyscente, this to be written seemeth Of all compfortes, as consolation best And they, that then shallbe regenerate Shall praise the Lord, therefore both most and lest For he hath looked, from the high of his estate The Lord from heaue●, ●n earth hath looked on us To hear thee moon of them, that are algate In such bondage, to lose and o● discus The sons of death, out from their deadly bond Too give, thereby occasion glorious In this Zion, this holy name to stand And in jerusalem, his laud's lasting aye When in one church, thee people of the land And realms, been gathered to s●rue, to laud, to pray, The Lord that is above, so just and merciful But these feeble, running in thee way My strength faileth, to reach it at the full He hath abredged, my days they ●re not sure To see that term, that time so wonderful All though I have, with heart, will and cure Prayed to the Lord, take me not away In the mids of my years, though thine ever sure Remain eterne, whom time can not decay Thou wroughtest the earth, thy hands the heavens did make They shall perish, & thou shalt last alway And all things aye, shall were and overtake Like cloth, and thou shalt change them like apparel Turn, and translate, and they in worth it take But thou thyself, thyself remayneste hole That thou was erst, and shall thy year extend Then se●s to this, there may nothing rebel The greatest compforte, that I can pretend Is, that the children, of thy servants dear That in the world are got, shall without end Before thy face, be stablished all in fear The Auctor WHen David, had perceived in his breast The spirit of God return, that was exiled Because he knew, he hath alone expressed These great things, that grea●er spirit compiled As shawme or pipe, lettes out the sound impreste By music art forged, tofore & filed I say, when David had perceived that, I iwis The spirit of compforte, in him revived is ✚ For there upon, he maketh argument Of reconsyling, unto the lords grace Al though sometime, to prophecy hath lente Both brute, beasts, and wicked hearts a place But our David, judgeth in his intent Himself by penance, clean out of this case Whereby he hath, remission of offence And beginneth to allow, his pain and penitence ☞ But wh●n he weyt●, the fa●●● and recompense He damneth his deed, and findeth plain Attwene them two, no what equivalence Whereby he taketh, all outward deeds in vain To bear the name, of rightful penitence Which is alone, the heart returned again And sore contrite heart, that doth his fault bemoan And outward deed, the sin or ●●●te alone ✚ With this he doth defend, the sly assault Of vain aloweance, of his own desert And all the glory, of his forgiven fault To God alone, he doth it hole convert His own merit, he findeth in default And whiles he pondered, these things in his heart His knee, his arm, his hand sustained his chin When he his song, again thus did begin Deprofundis clamavi ad te domine. FRom depth of sin, & from deep despair Fron depth of death, from depth of hartis' sorrow Fron this deep cave, of darken●s, deep repair The have I called (O Lord) to be my borrow Thou in my voice, O Lord, perceive and hear My heart, my hope, my plaint, my overthrow My will to rise, and let by grant appear That to my voice, t●yne ●●●es do well attend No place so far, that to the is not near No depth so deep, that thou ne mayst extend Thine ear sett● thereto, hear them my woeful plaint For Lord, if thou do observe, what men do offend And put the native mercy, in restreynte If just exactyon, demand recompense Who may endure, O Lord, who shall not faint At such account, deed, and no reverence Should so run at large, but thou seekest rather love For in thy hand, is mercies residence By hope, whereof thou dost our hearts move I in the Lord, have set my confidence My soul such truth, doth ●uermore approve Thy holy word, of eterne excellence Thy mercies promise ● that is all wa●e iu●●e Have b●n my stay, my pillar and pretence My soul in God● hath mor● desirous ●ru●● Then ha●h t●e wa●●●m●● looking for 〈…〉 By 〈…〉 ●●pe 〈…〉 Fo● gr●●●●●●●●uor ●re his pr●pet●●● Pl●●●eou●●●ansome● shall com● with him I ●a●● And shall redeem all our iniquity The Auctor This word, redeem, that in his mouth did sound Did put David, it seemeth unto me As in a trance, to stare upon thee ground And with his thought, the hight of heaven to see Where he beholds, thee word that should confound The word of death, by humility here to be In mortal maid, in mortal habit made eternally, in mortal veil too shade ☞ He saith that word, when full ripe time should come Do away that veil, by fervent affection Turn of with death, for death should have her doom And leapeth lighter, from such corruption The glut of light, that in the air doth lome Man redeemeth, death hath h●r destruction That mortal vayle● hath immortalyt●e Too David, assurance of his iniquity ☞ Whereby he frames, this reason in his heart That goodness, which doth not forbear his son From d●ath for m●● and can thereby convert My death to lyf●● m● sin to salvation Both can, and will a smaller grac● depart To him that sueth, by humble supplication And sins, I have this larger grace assayed To ask this thing, why am I then afraid ☞ He granteth most, to them that most do crave And he delights, in suit without respect Alas, my son pursues me to the grave Suffered by God, my sins for to correct Bu● of my sins, sins I may pardon hau● My sons suit, shall shortly be reject Then will I crave, with suit confidence And thus begin the sucte of his pretence Domine ●x●●di orationem meam. HEar● my prayer, o lord, hear my request Complyshe my bone, supply thou my desyre● Not for my desert, but for thine own behest In whose firm truth, thou promised mine empire To stand stable, and after thy justice Perform, o● Lord, that thing that I require But of law, after the form and guise To enter judgement, with thee thrall bond slave To plead his right, for in soch manner wise Before thy sight, no man his right shall save For o● myself, lo, this my righteousness By scourge and whip, and prieking spurs I have Scant risen up, such is my beas● lines For that, mine enemies hath put sued my life And in the dust, hath soiled my lustynes Foreign realms to fl●● his rage ●o ry●e Be hath 〈…〉 hide my 〈◊〉 And for because 〈…〉 at st●y●e My har●e 〈…〉 ●orce war●s●●●● I had recoue●●● to 〈…〉 passed And did rememb●● the eaves in all my dread And did peru●e● thy works ● ever last Whereby I know a●●ue the ● wonders all Thy mercies were th●n lift I up in haste My hands to the●● 〈◊〉 soul ●o the did call Like bare soil for moister o●●hy grace Haste to my help O lord a●or● I fall For ever I feel, my spirit doth faint apace Turn not thy face from me● that I be layede In count of them, that headlinge down do pass Into the pit, show me be tunes thine aid For on thy grace, I wholly do depend And in thy hands, since all my health is stayed Do me to know, what way thou wilt, I bend For unto thee, I have raised up my mind rid me (oh lord) from them that do intend My foes to be, for I have me assigned Alway within, thy secret protection Teach me thy will, that I by that may find The way to work, the same in a●fectyon For thou my god, thy blessed spirit upright In laud of truth, shall be my dyr●ctyon Thou for thy name shall revive my spirit Within the right that I receive by the Whereby my l●●●, of danger shallbe quite T●ou haste fo● done the great iniquy●ye T●a● v●●r● 〈…〉 ●ou shalt also c●n●o●n●● ●●y foes 〈◊〉 ●or thy be●ignitt● For thine am I thy seruaun●● most bound FINIS. ¶ ●um Preuil●gio ad imprimendum S●lum. M. T.XLIX. The last day of December.