Exaltabo te Domine. Psal.xxx.
I waill magnifie thee, * 1.1 O Lord, for thou hast set me vp: and not made my foes to triumph ouer me.
O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee: and thou hast healed me.
Thou Lorde hast brought my soule out of hell:thou hast kept my life from them that goe downe to the pit.
Sing praises vnto the Lord (O ye faints of his:) and giue thankes to him for a remebrance of his holinesse.
For his wrath endureth but the twinckliong of an eye, and in his pleasure is life: heauinesse may endure for a night, but ioy commeth in the morning.
And in my prosperitie I sayd, I shall neuer be remooued: thou Lod of thy goodnesse hadst made my hill so strong.
Thou didst turne thy fare (fro me:) and I mas troubled.
Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord: and gate mee vnto my Lord right humbly.
What profit is thee in my blood: whē I go downe to ye pit:
Shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee: or shall it declare thy trueth
Heare, O Lord, and haue mercie vpon me: Lord be thou my helper.
Thou hast turned ny heauinesse into ioy: thou hast put off my sackecloth, and girded me with gladnesse.
Therefore sball euery good man sing of thy praise without reasing: O my god, I will giue thanks vnto thee for euer.