Prayse the LORDE (o my soule) & all that is within me prayse his holy name.

Prayse the LORDE o my soule, & forget not all his benefites.

Which forgeueth all thy synnes, and healeth all thy infirmities.

Which saueth thy life from destruccion, and crowneth the with mercy & louynge kyndnesse.

Which satisfieth thy desyre with good thinges, makynge the yonge and lusty as an Aegle.

The LORDE executeth rightuousnesse and iudgment, for all them yt suffre wronge.

He shewed his wayes vnto Moses, and his workes vnto the children of Israel.

The LORDE is full of compassion and mercy, longe sufferinge, and of greate goodnesse.

He wil not allwaye be chydinge, nether wil he kepe his anger for euer.

He hath not dealt with vs after oure synnes, ner rewarded vs acordinge to oure wickednesses.

For loke how hye the heaue is in comparison of the earth, so greate is his mercy also towarde them that feare him.

Loke how wyde the east is from the west, so farre hath he set oure synnes from vs.

Yee like as a father pitieth his owne children, euen so is the LORDE mercifull vnto the that feare him.

For he knoweth wherof we be made, he remembreth that we are but dust.

That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.

For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it gone, and the place therof knoweth it nomore.

But the mercifull goodnesse of ye LORDE endureth for euer and euer, vpon them yt feare him, and his rightuousnesse vpon their childers children.

Soch as kepe his couenaunt, and thinke vpon his commaundementes to do them.

The LORDE hath prepared his seate in heaue, and his kyngdome ruleth ouer all.

O prayse the LORDE ye angels of his, ye that be mightie instregth, fulfillinge his commaundement, that me maye heare the voyce of his wordes.

O prayse the LORDE all ye his hoostes, ye seruauntes of his, that do his pleasure.

O speake good of the LORDE all ye workes of his, in euery place of his dominion: prayse thou the LORDE, o my soule.