Psalms 68:24
It is well sene (o God how thou goest, how thou my God and kynge goest in the Sanctuary.
It is well sene (o God how thou goest, how thou my God and kynge goest in the Sanctuary.
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25The syngers go before, and then the mynstrells amonge the maydens with the tymbrels.
26O geue thankes vnto God the LORDE in the congregacion, for the welles of Israel.
7O God, when thou wetest forth before yi people, whe thou wetest thorow ye wildernes.
2My soule thursteth for the, my flesh longeth after the in a bare & drie lode, where no water is.
13Thy waye (o God) is holy, who is so greate & mightie as God?
23That thy fote maye be dipped in the bloude of thine enemies, & that thy dogges maye licke it vp.
3Oh sende out yi light & thy trueth, yt they maye lede me & brynge me vnto thy holy hill and to thy dwellinge.
4That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God which is my ioye & pleasure, & vpon the harpe to geue thakes vnto ye, o God, my God.
9Sela. We wayte for thy louynge kyndnesse (o God) in the myddest of thy temple.
17The charettes of God are many M. tymes a thousande, the LORDE is amoge them in the holy Sinai.
7We wil go into his tabernacle, & fall downe before his fotestole.
4For lo, kynges are gathered, and gone by together.
1I was glad, when they sayde vnto me: we wil go in to the house of the LORDE.
4O how blessed are they that dwell in thy house, they are allwaye praysinge ye.
17Vntill I wete in to ye Sanctuary of God, & considered the ende of these men.
3the staff of thine inheritaunce, whom thou hast redemed, euen this hill of Sion wherin thou dwellest.
4Treade vpon them with thy fete, & cast them downe to the grounde, for the enemie hath destroyed alltogether in the Sactuary.
6Sela. But my sayenge is vnto the LORDE: thou art my God, heare the voyce of my prayer o LORDE.
28Thy God hath comitted stregth vnto the, stablish the thinge (o God) that thou hast wrought in vs.
7Sela. Open yor gates (o ye prices) let the euerlastinge dores be opened, yt ye kynge of glory maye come in.
8Who is this kynge of glory? It is the LORDE stroge and mightie, euen the LORDE mightie in batell.
9Open youre gates (o ye prynces) let the euerlastinge dores be opened, yt the kynge off glory maye come in.
10Who is this kynge off glory? It is the LORDE of hoostes, he is the kynge of glory. Sela.
15Rightuousnes and equite is the habitacion of thy seate, mercy and trueth go before thy face.
12Why withdrawest thou thine honde? why pluckest thou not thy right hode out of thy bosome, to consume thine enemies?
54Thy statutes are my songes in the house of my pilgremage.
5Oh ordre thou my goynges in thy pathes, that my fote steppes slippe not.
36Thou hast made rowme ynough vnder me for to go, that my fote steppes shulde not slyde.
14O God, the proude are rysen agaynst me, and the cogregacion of ye mightie seketh after my soule, & set not ye before their eyes.
41Aryse now O LORDE God vnto thy restinge place, thou and the Arke of thy strength. Let thy prestes O LORDE God be clothed with health, and let thy sayentes reioyse ouer this good.
2Sela. That we maye knowe yi waye vpo earth, yi sauynge health amonge all Heithen.
7They cutt downe all the sylinge worke of ye Sactuary wt bylles & axes.
19Thou hast brought me to greate honoure, & comforted me on euery syde.
9Beholde o God oure defence, loke vpon the face of thyne anoynted.
32Synge vnto God, o ye kyngdomes of the earth: o synge prayses vnto the LORDE.
4Why art thou so full of heuynes (o my soule) & why art thou so vnquiete within me?
10God sheweth me his goodnesse plenteously, God letteth me se my desyre vpo myne enemies.
19Thy waye was in the see, and thy pathes in the greate waters, yet coude no man knowe thy fotesteppes.
8Then are the hilles sene alofte, & the valleys beneth in their place which thou hast appoynted for the.
10That thy beastes maye dwell therin, which thou of thy goodnes hast prepared for the poore.
18Thy people hath had but litle of thy Sanctuary in possessio, for oure enemies haue take it in:
37Thou hast enlarged my goinge vnder me, and myne ankles haue not slyded.
1O how amiable are yi dwelliges, thou LORDE of hoostes?
4All the kynges of the earth shal prayse the (o LORDE) when they heare the wordes of thy mouth.
4Blessed is the man who thou chosest and receauest vnto the, that he maye dwell in thy courte: he shall be satisfied with the pleasures of thy house, euen off thy holy temple.
168I kepe thy comaundemetes & testimonies, for all my wayes are before the.
22This thou seist, o LORDE: holde not thy tonge the: go not farre fro me, o LORDE.
6Oh let thy louynge kyndnes & mercy folowe me all the dayes off my life, that I maye dwell in the house off the LORDE for euer.
19Open me the gates of rightuousnes, yt I maye go in there thorow, & geue thakes vnto the LORDE.
3For thy louynge kyndnesse is before myne eyes, and I walke in thy trueth.