A song, the psalme of the children of Corach. Great is God, and hyghly to be praysed: in the citie of our Lorde, his holy hyll.

The hyll of Sion is fayre in situation, and the ioy of the whole earth: vpon the north syde lyeth the citie of the great king.

God is well knowen in her palaces: as a most sure refuge.

For lo kinges did assemble, and passe by together:

they them selues sawe it, lykewyse they marueyled, they were astonyed with feare, and sodenly in haste they were gone away.

A feare came there vpon them and sorowe: as vpon a woman in her childe trauayle.

Thou didst breake the shippes of the sea: through the east wynde.

Lyke as we haue hearde, so haue we seene in the citie of God of hoastes: in the citie of our Lorde, God vpholdeth the same for euer. Selah.

O Lorde we haue wayted: for thy louyng kindnesse in the myddest of thy temple.

O Lorde, accordyng to thy name, so is thy prayse vnto the worldes ende: thy ryght hande is full of iustice.

Mount Sion shall reioyce, and the daughters of Iuda shalbe glad: because of thy iudgementes.

Compasse about Sion, and go rounde about her: and tell the towres therof.

Marke well her bulwarkes, beholde her hygh palaces: that ye may tell it to your posteritie.

For this God is our God for euer and euer: he wyll be our guide vnto death.