O Lorde oure gouernoure: how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde? how excellent is thy glory aboue the heauens?

Out of the mouth of the very babes & sucklinges thou hast ordened prayse, because of thine enemies, yt thou mightest destroye the enemie and the auenger.

For I considre thy heauens, euen the worke off thy fyngers: the Moone and the starres which thou hast made.

Oh what is man, yt thou art so myndfull of him? ether the sonne of ma that thou visitest him?

After thou haddest for a season made him lower the the angels, thou crownedest him with honor & glory.

Thou hast set him aboue the workes off thy hondes: thou hast put all thinges in subieccion vnder his fete.

All shepe and oxen, yee and the beastes of the felde.

The foules of the ayre: the fysh of the see, and what so walketh thorow the wayes of the see.

O LORDE oure gouernoure, how wonderfull is thy name in all the worlde?