Psalms 116:15
The death of his saintes: is precious in the eyes of God.
The death of his saintes: is precious in the eyes of God.
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14I wyll pay my vowes nowe vnto God: in the presence of all his people.
16The ryght hande of God is on hygh: the right hande of God bryngeth mightie thynges to passe.
17I shall not as yet dye, but I shal liue: and I wyll declare the workes of the Lorde.
18The Lorde hath greatly chastened me: but he hath not geuen me ouer vnto death.
3But all my delyght is to do good vnto the saintes that are in the earth: and vnto such as excell in vertue.
5Gratious is God and ryghteous: our Lorde is mercifull.
16It is euen so O God, for I am thy seruaunt and the sonne of thy handemayde: thou hast loosed my bondes in sunder.
17I wyll offer vnto thee the sacrifice of thankesgeuyng: and I wyll call vpon the name of God.
18I wyll pay my vowes vnto God in the sight of all his people:
19in the courtes of Gods house, euen in the myddest of thee O Hierusalem. Prayse ye the Lorde.
23Loue God all ye his saintes: for God preserueth them that are faythfull, and rewardeth most aboundauntly the proude doer.
7Returne O my soule vnto thy rest: for God hath rewarded thee.
8For thou O Lorde hast deliuered my soule from death: myne eyes from teares, and my feete from fallyng.
9I wyll walke before the face of God: in the lande of the lyuyng.
27The feare of the Lorde is a well of lyfe, to auoyde the snares of death.
17The dead prayse not thee O Lorde: neither all they that go downe into the place of scilence.
18But we wyll prayse the Lord: from this tyme foorth for euermore. Prayse ye the Lorde.
18Beholde, the eye of God is vpon them that feare hym: and vpon them that wayteth after his mercy.
19To deliuer their soules from death: and to preserue their liues in dearth.
11God delyghteth in them that feare him: and in them that put their trust in his mercie.
17Howe pretious be thy cogitations towardes me O God? howe greatly be the summe of them increased?
159Beholde howe I loue thy commaundementes: quicken me O God accordyng to thy louyng kindnesse.
11Let the sorowfull sighing of the prisoners come before thee, accordyng vnto the greatnes of thy power: preserue thou those that are appoynted to dye.
3The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,
14He wyll delyuer their soules from deceipt and oppression: and their blood shalbe in his syght.
1Prayse ye the Lorde. Blessed is the man that feareth God: he hath great delight in his commaundementes.
1Prayse ye the Lord, prayse thou God O my soule, whylest I lyue I wyll prayse God: I wyll syng psalmes vnto my Lorde so long as I shalbe.
15The eyes of God are ouer the righteous: and his eares are open vnto their prayers.
5Into thy hande I commende my spirite: for thou hast redeemed me O God the Lorde of trueth.
15But God wyll delyuer my soule from the place of hell: for he wyll receaue me. Selah.
156Thy mercies be manifolde O God: make me to liue accordyng to thy iudgementes.
1I haue loued: because God hath hearde my voyce and my prayers.
4Sing psalmes vnto god ye his saintes: and make your confession vnto the remembraunce of his holynes.
8For yf we lyue, we lyue vnto ye Lorde: And if we dye, we dye vnto the Lorde. Whether we lyue therfore, or dye, we are the Lordes.
10You that loue God, hate the thyng which is euyll: he preserueth the soules of his saintes, he wyll delyuer them from the hande of the vngodly.
12Blessed is the nation that hath God to be their Lorde: that people hath he chosen to be an inheritaunce for him.
13Haue mercy on me O God: consider the trouble whiche I suffer of them that hate me, lift me vp from the gates of death.
5For in death no man remembreth thee: and in the graue who can acknowledge thee?
5O God, thou thy selfe art the portion of myne inheritaunce and of my cup: thou wylt mayntayne my lot.
1The ryghteous perisheth, and no man regardeth it in his heart: good godly people are taken away, & no man considereth it, namely, that the righteous is conueyed away from the wicked.
8For the redemption of their soule is very costly, and must be let alone for euer:
7I wyll be glad and reioyce in thy louing kindnes: for that thou hast considered my trouble, and hast knowen my soule in aduersities.
13And I hearde a voyce from heauen, saying vnto me, write: Blessed are the dead, which hereafter dye in the Lorde. Euen so sayth the spirite, that they rest from their laboures, and their workes folowe them.
4For God hath a pleasure in his people: he wyll beautifie the afflicted with saluation.
5Gather my saintes together vnto me: those that haue made a couenaunt with me with sacrifice.
9That they may execute the iudgement prescribed: this honour shalbe to all his saintes. Prayse ye the Lorde.
5Who made heauen and earth, the sea and all that therin is: who mainteyneth the trueth for euer.
3Loke downe and heare me O God my Lorde: lighten myne eyes, lest that I sleepe in death.
55O death where is thy stynge? O hell where is thy victorie?
2Great are the workes of God: sought out of all them that haue pleasure therin.