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.

¶ Another of the same by T. N.

HAue mercy on me, God, after * 1.1 thy great abounding grace: After thy mercies multitude doo thou my sinnes deface. Yet wash me more from mine offence and clense me from my sin: For I be know my fautes, and still my sinne is in mine eyen.

Against thee, thee alone, I haue offended in thys case: And euell haue I done before the presence of thy face. That in the thynges that thou dost say, vpryght thou mayst be tryed: And eke in iudging, that the dome may passe vpon thy syde.

Beholde in wickednes my kinde and shape I did receyue? And loe my sinfull mother eke in sinne did me conceiue. But Loe the truthe in inward partes, is pleasant vnto thee: And secretes of thy wisdome thou reueled hast to me.

With hysope, Lorde, be sprincle me, I shalbe clensed so: Yea wash thou me, and so I shall be whiter than the snow. Of ioy and gladnes make thou me to heare the pleasing voyce: That so the broosed bones, which thou hast broken, may reioyce.

From the beholding of my sinnes, Lorde turne away thy face: And all my dedes of wickednes, doo vtterly deface: O God creat in me a hart vnspotted in thy sight: And eke within my bowels, Lorde, renew a stable sprite.

Ne cast me from thy sight, nor take thy holy sprite away: The comfort of thy sauing help, geue me againe, I pray: With thy free sprite establish me. And I will teache therfore, Sinners thy wayes, and wicked shall be turnde vnto thy lore.

O God that art God of my health, from blood deliuer me: That prayses of thy righteousnes my tonge may syng to thee. My lippes that yet fast closed be, doo thou, O Lorde vnlose:

The prayses of thy maiestie my mouth shall so disclose:

I would haue offred sacrifice, if that had pleased thee. But pleased with burnt offringes: I knowe thou wilt not be. A trobled sprite is sacrifice delytefull in Gods eyes: A broken and an humbled hart, God, thou wilt not despise?

In thy good will deale gently Lorde to Sion, and with all Graunt that of thy Ierusalem, vpreard may be the wall. Burnt offrings, giftes and sacrifice, of iustice in that day Thou shalt accept, and calues they shal vpon thyne altar lay.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Sing this as the Lamenta∣tion,