Psalms 57:8
Bestirre thee O my glory, bestirre thee O Lute and Harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning.
Bestirre thee O my glory, bestirre thee O Lute and Harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning.
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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.
3I wyll prayse thee O God among the people: I wyll sing psalmes vnto thee among the nations.
7My heart is redy O Lorde, my heart is redy: I wyll sing, and prayse thee in singing of psalmes.
2To set foorth in wordes thy louyng kyndnesse early in the mornyng: and thy trueth in the nyght season.
3Upon an instrument of ten strynges, and vpon the Lute: vpon the Harpe with a solemne sounde.
3Thou shalt heare my voyce betymes O God: I wyll early in the morning direct a prayer vnto thee, and I wyll looke for helpe from thee.
9I wyll prayse thee O Lorde among the people: and I wyll sing psalmes vnto thee among the nations.
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.
6Arise O God in thy wrath, and stand thou vp agaynst the rage of myne enemies: stirre thou for me according to the iudgement whiche thou hast geuen.
5Syng psalmes vnto God playing vpon an harpe: vpon an harpe, and with the sounde of a psalterie.
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.
23Stirre thou and awake O my God and my Lorde: to iudge my cause and controuersie.
8Cause me to heare of thy louyng kindnesse betymes in the mornyng: for in thee is my trust. Make me to knowe the way that I shoulde walke in: for I lyft vp my soule vnto thee.
13But vnto thee do I crye O God: and my prayer commeth early in the morning before thee.
4And 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.
2Take the psalterie: bryng hyther the tabret, the merie harpe, with the lute.
5I layde me downe and slept: and I rose vp agayne, for God sustayned me.
6I called to remembraunce my psalme, song on the musicall instrument in the nyght tyme: I communed with myne owne heart, & searched out my spirites.
4When no fault is done, they runne and set them selues in order: arise to meete me and beholde.
5And thou O God Lorde of hoastes, Lorde of Israel: awake to visite all Heathen, and be not mercifull vnto all them that offend of malice. Selah.
15But as for me, I will beholde thy face in ryghteousnesse: I shalbe satisfied when I awake vp after thy lykenesse.
8Aryse O God for to come into thy resting place: thou and the arke of thy strength.
23Stirre vp O Lorde, why slepest thou? awake & be not absent from vs for euer:
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.
10And therfore saith the Lorde, I wyll vp nowe, nowe wyll I be aduaunced, nowe wyll I be exalted.
3Prayse ye hym in the sounde of a trumpet: prayse ye hym vpon a Lute and an Harpe.
2Confesse it to god with the harpe: sing psalmes vnto hym with the viall, and with the instrument of ten stringes.
26When I hearde this, I came agayne to my selfe, I sawe like as I had ben waked out of a sweete sleepe.
12Therfore my glory shal sing psalmes vnto thee and not ceasse: O God my Lorde I wyll prayse thee for euer.
20To heale me it is the Lordes worke, and we will sing my songes in the house of the Lorde all the dayes of our lyfe.
2I wyll be glad & reioyce in thee: I wyll sing psalmes vnto thy name, O thou most hyest.
4I wyll not suffer myne eyes to slepe: nor myne eye liddes to slumber.
4When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.
10Wherefore now ryse vp earlie in the morning with thy maisters seruautes that are come to thee: and whe ye be vp earlie, assoone as ye haue lyght, departe.
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.
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.
17I wyll prayse God accordyng to his ryghteousnesse: & I wyll sing psalmes vnto the name of the most high God.
147I haue preuented other in the dawnyng of the day, and I cryed vnto thee: for I geue earnest attendaunce vnto thy wordes.
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.
28Thou art my Lorde, and I wyll confesse it vnto thee: thou art my Lorde and I wyll magnifie thee.
5The saintes shalbe ioyful with glory: they shal expresse a ioyfull noyse in their beddes.
7Syng ye vnto God with a confession: syng psalmes vpon the Harpe vnto our Lorde.
6Haue I not remembred thee in my bed: and thought vpon thee when I was waking?
6Syng psalmes to the Lorde, syng psalmes: syng psalmes to our kyng, sing psalmes.
1A psalme of Dauid. I will sing of mercie and iudgement: I wyll syng vnto thee O God psalmes.
5Exalt thy selfe O God aboue the heauen: thy glory is aboue all the earth.
62I wyll ryse at midnight to confesse me vnto thee: because of thy ryghteous iudgementes.
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.