Psalms 43:4
And I wyll go vnto the aulter of the Lorde, euen vnto the Lorde of my ioy & gladnesse: and vpon the harpe I will acknowledge thee O Lorde my Lord.
And I wyll go vnto the aulter of the Lorde, euen vnto the Lorde of my ioy & gladnesse: and vpon the harpe I will acknowledge thee O Lorde my Lord.
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5Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wyll yet acknowledge hym to be only my present saluation, & my Lorde.
22Therfore I wyll confesse vnto thee thy trueth O Lorde, playing vpon an instrument of musicke: vnto thee I wyl syng psalmes vpon the harpe O thou most holy God of Israel.
23My lyppes wyll be ioyfull when I syng vnto thee: and so wyll my soule which thou hast redeemed.
1Iudge me O Lorde, and debate my cause with an vnnaturall people: oh delyuer me from the deceiptfull and wicked man.
2For thou art the Lord of my strength: why hast thou reiect me, and why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie.
3Sende foorth thy light and thy trueth: that they may leade me and direct me vnto thy holy hyll, & to thy tabernacles.
4And I powred out of me my very heart, remembryng this howe that before tyme I haue passed with a great number, bringyng the vnto the house of the Lord: with a voyce of ioy & prayse, & with a company that kept holy day.
5Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I will yet acknowledge him only to be a present saluation.
2I wyll be glad & reioyce in thee: I wyll sing psalmes vnto thy name, O thou most hyest.
6And nowe he shall lift vp my head aboue mine enemies rounde about me: therfore I wyll offer in his tabernacle a sacrifice of great ioy, I wyll sing and prayse God with psalmes.
11Why art thou so discouraged O my soule, & why art thou so vnquiet within me? attende thou vpon the Lorde, for I wil yet acknowledge him to be only my present saluation, and my Lorde.
28Thou art my Lorde, and I wyll confesse it vnto thee: thou art my Lorde and I wyll magnifie thee.
8God wyll graunt his louing kindnesse on the day tyme: and in the nyght season I wyll syng of hym, and make my prayer vnto the Lorde of my lyfe.
9I wyll say vnto the Lorde of my strength: why hast thou forgotten me, why go I thus heauyly through the oppression of myne enemie?
33I wyll syng vnto God as long as I liue: I will sing psalmes vnto my Lord so long as I shall be.
34My meditations of hym shalbe very pleasaunt: for all my ioy shalbe in God.
9O Lorde I wyll syng a newe song vnto thee: and I wyll syng psalmes vnto thee vpon a Lute, and vpon an instrument of ten strynges.
1A song, the psalme of Dauid. My heart is redye O Lorde: I wyll sing & prayse thee in singing of psalmes, yea my glory also is redie.
2Bestirre thee O lute and harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning.
12Therfore my glory shal sing psalmes vnto thee and not ceasse: O God my Lorde I wyll prayse thee for euer.
3Upon an instrument of ten strynges, and vpon the Lute: vpon the Harpe with a solemne sounde.
4For thou God hast made me glad thorowe thy workes: I do reioyce in the workes of thy handes.
1Of Dauid. I wyll geue thankes vnto thee O God with my whole heart: I wyll sing psalmes vnto thee before the gods.
12O Lorde, thy vowes be vpon me: vnto thee wyll I geue thankes & praise.
5My soule is satisfied euen as it were with mary and fatnes: and my mouth prayseth thee with ioyfull lippes.
6Syng psalmes to the Lorde, syng psalmes: syng psalmes to our kyng, sing psalmes.
2My soule is a thirst for the Lorde, yea euen for the lyuyng Lorde: when shall I come to appeare before the face of the Lorde?
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.
2Put not your trust in princes nor in the sonne of man: in whom there is no saluation.
7My heart is redy O Lorde, my heart is redy: I wyll sing, and prayse thee in singing of psalmes.
8Bestirre thee O my glory, bestirre thee O Lute and Harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning.
1A song of high degrees of Dauid. I was glad when they sayde vnto me: we wyll go into the house of God.
29As for me I am afflicted and in heauinesse: thy sauing helpe O Lorde shal defende me.
30I wyll prayse the name of the Lorde with a song: and magnifie hym with a solemne confession.
17I wyll prayse God accordyng to his ryghteousnesse: & I wyll sing psalmes vnto the name of the most high God.
18But I will reioyce in the Lord, I will ioy in the God of my saluation.
2I wyll call vnto the most high Lorde: euen vnto the Lord that wil perfourme the cause which I haue in hande.
50And therefore I wyll prayse thee O Lorde among the nations: and wyll sing vnto thy name.
7God is my strength and my shielde, my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart skippeth for ioy, and in my song I wyll prayse hym.
7Syng ye vnto God with a confession: syng psalmes vpon the Harpe vnto our Lorde.
3And he hath put a newe song in my mouth: euen a thankesgeuyng vnto our Lorde.
49For this cause I wyll acknowledge thee O God among the gentiles: and syng psalmes vnto thy name.
4I dyd call vpon God with my voyce, and he hearde me out of his holy hyll. Selah.
16As for me I wyll sing of thy power, and wyll prayse thy louing kindnes betimes in the morning: for thou hast ben my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.
17Unto thee O my strength will I sing psalmes: for thou O Lorde art my refuge, and my mercyfull Lorde.
2Confesse it to god with the harpe: sing psalmes vnto hym with the viall, and with the instrument of ten stringes.
14As for me I wyll patiently wayte alway: and I wyll prayse thee more and more.
5Syng psalmes vnto God playing vpon an harpe: vpon an harpe, and with the sounde of a psalterie.
6I haue sayde vnto God, thou art my Lorde: heare the voyce of my prayers O God.
1A psalme whiche is a song of the dedication of the house of Dauid. I wyll exalt thee O God, for thou hast exalted me: and hast not made my foes to triumph ouer me.