To the chiefe musition, a psalme of the sonnes of Corach. O God, thou art become gracious vnto thy land: thou hast brought Iacob agayne home out of captiuitie.

Thou hast forgeuen the wickednes of thy people: and couered all their sinnes. Selah.

Thou hast taken away al thy displeasure: and turned thy selfe from thy wrathfull indignation.

Turne vs O God of our saluation: and let thyne anger ceasse from vs.

Wilt thou be displeased at vs for euer? and wylt thou stretche out thy wrath from one generation to another,

Wylt thou not turne agayne and reuiue vs: that thy people may reioyce in thee?

Shew vs thy louing kindnes O God: and graunt vs thy saluation.

I wyll hearken what God the Lord saith: for he speaketh peace vnto his people & to his saintes, that they turne not agayne to folly.

For truely his saluation is nye them that feare him: insomuch that glory dwelleth in our earth.

Mercy and trueth are met together: righteousnes and peace haue kissed eche other.

Trueth shall bud out of the earth: and ryghteousnes shall looke downe from heauen.

Yea, God shall geue all that is good: and our earth shall geue her encrease.

Euery man shall cause righteousnes to go before him: and he shall direct his steppes in the way.