Prayse 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.

Put not your trust in princes nor in the sonne of man: in whom there is no saluation.

His spirite shall depart out of hym, he shall turne agayne to his earth: at that day all his thoughtes shall perishe.

Blessed is he vnto whom the God of Iacob is an ayde: his trust is in God his Lorde.

Who made heauen and earth, the sea and all that therin is: who mainteyneth the trueth for euer.

Who executeth iudgement for those that are oppressed with wrong: who geueth foode to the hungry.

God looseth those that be bounde: God geueth syght to the blynde.

God rayseth them vp that are falling: God loueth the ryghteous.

God taketh strangers into his custodie, he releeueth the fatherlesse and the widdowe: as for the way of the vngodlye he turneth it vpsyde downe.

God thy Lorde shall raigne O Sion, to the worldes ende: throughout all generations. Prayse ye the Lorde.