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I wil magnifie ye (O LORDE) for thou hast set me vp, & not suffred my foes to triuphe ouer me.

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O LORDE my God, I cried vnto the, and thou hast healed me.

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Thou LORDE hast brought my soule out of hell: thou hast kepte my life, where as they go downe to the pytte.

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Synge prayses vnto the LORDE (o ye sayntes of his) geue thankes vnto him for a remembraunce of his holynesse.

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For his wrath endureth but the twincklinge of an eye, and his pleasure is in life: heuynesse maye well endure for a night, but ioye commeth in the mornynge.

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As for me, whe I was in prosperite, I sayde: Tush, I shal neuer fall more. (And why? thou LORDE of thy goodnesse haddest made my hill so stronge.)

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But as soone as thou turnedest thy face fro me, I was brought in feare.

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The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.

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What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?

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Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?

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Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.

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And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might synge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LORDE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.