The whole booke of Psalmes collected into Englysh metre by T. Starnhold, I. Hopkins, & others, conferred with the Ebrue, with apt notes to synge the[m] with al ; faithfully perused and alowed according to thordre appointed in the Quenes Maiesties iniunctions ; very mete to be vsed of all sortes of people priuately for their solace & comfort, laying apart all vngodly songes and ballades, which tende only to the norishing of vyce, and corrupting of youth.

The humble sute of the Sinner. M.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 O Lorde of whom I do depend be 〈♫〉〈♫〉 holde my carefull hart, & when thy wil & pleasure 〈♫〉〈♫〉 is relese me of my smart, thou seest my sorowe 〈♫〉〈♫〉 what they are, my gref is knowne to thee & there 〈♫〉〈♫〉 is none y^t can remoue, or take the same frō me.

But only thou whose ayde I craue, whose mercy still is prest To ease all those that come to thee for souccour and for rest. And sith thou seest my restles eyes. my teres and greuous grone, Attende vnto my sute, O Lorde, Marke well my plaint and mone,

For sinne hath so inclosed me, and compast me aboute:

That I am now remediles if mercy helpe not out. For mortall man, cannot release, or mitigate thys payne: But euen thy Christ, my Lord and God, whiche for my sinnes was slayne.

Whose blody woundes are yet to see, though not with mortall eye: yet doth thy sainctes beholde them all, And so I trust shall I. Though sinne doth hynder me a whyle, When thou shalt see it good: I shall enioye the sight of him and see his woundes and bloud

And as thine angels and thy saynctes, doo now beholde the same: So trust I to possesse that place, With them to prayse thy name. But whiles I liue here in this vale, where sinners doo frequent: Assist me euer with thy grace My sinnes still to lament.

Lest that I treade in sinners trace, and geue them my consent: To dwell with them in wickednes wherto nature is bent Only thy grace must be my staye lest that I fall downe flat. And being downe, then of my selfe cannot recouer that.

Wherfore this is yet once againe, my sute and my request To graunt me pardon for my sinne that I in thee may rest. Then shall my hart, my tong and voyce, be instruments of prayse And in thy Churche and house of sainctes, Sing psalmes to thee alwayes.