O come, let vs prayse the LORDE, let vs hertely reioyse in the strength of oure saluacion.

Let vs come before his presence with thakesgeuynge, & shewe oure self glad in him wt psalmes.

For the LORDE is a greate God, and a greate kynge aboue all goddes.

In his honde are all ye corners of the earth, and the strength of the hilles is his also.

The see is his, for he made it, and his hondes prepared the drie lode.

O come, let vs worshipe and bowe downe oure selues: Let vs knele before the LORDE oure maker.

For he is oure God: as for vs, we are the people of his pasture, and the shepe of his hodes.

Todaye yf ye wil heare his voyce, harde not youre hertes, as whe ye prouoked in tyme of temptacion in the wildernes.

Where yor fathers tepted me, proued me, and sawe my workes.

XL. yeares longe was I greued with that generacion, & sayde: they euer erre in their hertes, they verely haue not knowne my wayes.

Therfore I sware vnto the in my wrath, that they shulde not enter in to my rest.