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PSALMES.
CXVII.
1 Praise yee Jehovah, nations all;
All people laud the Lord;
2 For plentifullie towards ws
Hee mercy doth afford.
Exceeding great his kyndnes is;
No time his treuth doth bound.
Yee nations, yee, his people all,
Loud Halelujahs sound.
cxvm.
1 O praise the Lord, for hee is good;
His mercie lasts for ay.
2 For ever that his mercie lasts,
Let Israeli now say
3 Still that his mercie lasts, O hous
Of Aron, condiscend.
4 O, all that fear the Lord, confesse
His mercies haue no end.
5 I cald vpon the living Lord,
With pinching straits surchairg’d.
The Lord his servant dain’d to heare,
Me ansuer’d, and enlarg’d.
6 The Lord’s for me. To me, what man
Can do, I will not feare.
7 The Lord’s for me, with them that help
Me, ay in trouble neare. ,
8 Wpon my haters therfor shall
I see, in God to trust
Is bettir then put confidence
In man, who is but dust.

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