O Geue thankes vnto the LORDE, for he is gracious, and his mercy endureth for euer.

Let Israel now confesse, yt his mercy endureth for euer.

Let the house of Aaron now confesse, that his mercy endureth for euer.

Yee let the now that feare the LORDE, confesse, that his mercy endureth for euer.

I called vpon the LORDE in trouble, and the LORDE herde me at large.

The LORDE is my helper, I wil not feare what man doeth vnto me.

The LORDE is my helper, & I shal se my desyre vpon myne enemies.

It is better to trust in the LORDE, then to put eny confidence in man.

It is better to trust in the LORDE, then to put eny confidece in prynces.

All Heithen compased me rounde aboute, but in the name of the LORDE wil I destroye the.

They kepte me in on euery syde, but in the name of the LORDE, I wil destroye them.

They came aboute me like bees, & were as hote as the fyre in the thornes, but in the name of the LORDE I wil destroye them.

They thrust at me, that I might fall, but the LORDE was my helpe.

The LORDE is my stregth, & my songe, & is become my saluacion.

The voyce of ioye & myrth is in the dwellynges of ye rightuous, for ye right hande of the LORDE hath gotte the victory.

The right hande of the LORDE hath the preemynence, the right hade of the LORDE hath gotte the victory.

I wil not dye, but lyue, and declare the workes of the LORDE.

The LORDE hath chastened & correcte me, but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.

Open me the gates of rightuousnes, yt I maye go in there thorow, & geue thakes vnto the LORDE.

This is the dore of the LORDE, the rightuous shall entre in thorow it.

I thanke the, yt thou hast herde me, & art become my saluacio.

The same stone which the buylders refused, is become the heade stone in the corner.

This was the LORDES doinge, & it is maruelous in or eyes.

This is the daye which the LORDE hath made, let vs reioyse and be glad in it.

Helpe now o LORDE, o LORDE sende vs now prosperite.

Blessed be he that cometh in the name of the LORDE, we wish you good lucke, ye that be of the house of the LORDE.

God is the LORDE, & hath shewed vs light: O garnish the solempne feast with grene braunches, eue vnto the hornes of ye aulter.

Thou art my God, & I wil thanke the: thou art my God, and I wil prayse the.

O geue thankes vnto the LORDE, for he is gracious, & his mercy endureth for euer.