¶ The. lxxxiiij. Psalme
¶ To the chauntet vpon Githith, a Psalme of the sonnes of Lorah.
O Howe amyable are thy dwellynges,* 1.1 thou Lorde of Hostes? My soule hath a desyre and longinge to entre into the cour¦tes [unspec A] of the Lorde: my herte and my flesshe re∣ioyse in the lyuynge God. Yee the sparow hath sounde her an house, and the swalowe a neste where she maye laye her yonge: euen thy aulters O Lorde of Hostes, my kynge & my God. Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, they wyl be all waye praysynge the. Sela. Blessed is that man whose strength is in the, and in whose herte are thy wayes.
Whiche goynge thorowe the vale of my sery vse it for a wel, and the poles are fylled with water. They wyll go from strength and vnto the God of Goddes appeareth e∣uery [unspec B] one of them in Sion. O Lorde God of Hostes, heare my prayer: herken O God of Iacob. Sela. Beholde, O God oure defender, and loke vpon the face of thyne a∣noynted. For one day in thy courtes is bet¦ter then a thosande. I had rather be a dore kepet in the house of my God, then to dwell in the tentes of vngodlines. For the Lord God is a lyght & defence, the Lord wyl giue grace & worshyp, and no good thyng shal he witholde from them that lyue a godly lyfe. O Lorde God of Hostes, blessed is the man that putteth his truste in the.