O prayse the LORDE, for it is a good thinge to synge prayses vnto or God: yee a ioyfull and pleasaunt thinge is it to be thankfull.

The LORDE shal buylde vp Ierusale, & gather together ye outcastes of Israel.

He healeth the contrite in herte, and byndeth vp their woundes.

He telleth the nombre of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.

Greate is or LORDE, and greate is his power, yee his wy?dome is infinite.

The LORDE setteth vp ye meke, & bryngeth ye vngodly downe to ye groude

O synge vnto ye LORDE wt thankesgeuynge, synge prayses vpo ye harpe vnto or God.

Which couereth ye heauen wt cloudes, prepareth rayne for ye earth, & maketh ye grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes.

Which geueth foder vnto ye catell, & fedeth ye yonge rauens yt call vpo him.

He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse, nether delyteth he in eny mas legges.

But the LORDES delyte is in them that feare him, and put their trust in his mercy.

Prayse ye LORDE o Ierusale, prayse yi God o Sion.

For he maketh fast ye barres of yi gates, & blesseth yi childre within ye.

He maketh peace in yi borders, & fylleth ye with ye flor of wheate.

He sendeth forth his comaundemet vpo earth, his worde runeth swiftly.

He geueth snowe like woll, & scatereth ye horefrost like ashes.

He casteth forth his yse like morsels, who is able to abyde his frost?

He sendeth out his worde and melteth them, he bloweth wt his wynde, & the waters flowe.

He sheweth his worde vnto Iacob, his statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel.

He hath not dealte so wt all the Heithen, nether haue they knowlege of his lawes. Halleluya.