A scrybe vnto the LORDE (o ye mightie) ascribe vnto the LORDE worshipe and strength.

Geue the LORDE the honoure of his name, bowe youre selues to the holy magesty of the LORDE

It is the LORDE that commaundeth the waters: It is the glorious God that maketh ye thonder:

it is the LORDE yt ruleth the see.

The voyce of the LORDE is mightie in operacion, the voyce of the LORDE is a glorious voyce

The voyce of the LORDE breaketh the Cedre trees: yee the LORDE breaketh the Ceders of Libanus.

He maketh them to skippe like a calfe: Libanus and Sirion like a yonge vnycorne.

The voyce of the LORDE deuideth the flames of fyre: the voyce of the LORDE shaketh the wildernesse, yee the LORDE shaketh the wildernesse of Cades.

The voyce of the LORDE moueth ye hyndes & discouereth the thicke bu?shes: in his temple shal euery man speake of his honoure.

The LORDE stilleth the water floude, & ye LORDE remayneth a kynge for euer.

The LORDE shall geue power vnto his people, the LORDE shal geue his people the blessynge of peace.