Praise to the Creator
(Psalm 148:1–14)

1Reioyse in ye LORDE (o ye rightuous) for it becommeth well the iust to be thankfull.

2Prayse the LORDE with harpe: synge psalmes vnto him with the lute and instrument of ten strynges.

3Singe him a new songe, yee synge lustely vnto him & with a good corage.

4For the worde of ye LORDE is true, and all his workes are faithfull.

5He loueth mercy & iudgment, ye earth is full of the goodnesse of the LORDE

6By the worde of the LORDE were the heauens made, & all the hoostes of them by ye breth of his mouth.

7He gathereth ye waters together as it were in a bottell, & laieth vp the depe in secrete.

8Let all the earth feare the LORDE, and let all them that dwell in the worlde, stode in awe of him.

9For loke what he sayeth, it is done: and loke what he comaudeth, it stondeth fast.

10The LORDE bryngeth the councell of the Heithen to naught, and turneth the deuyces of the people.

11But the coucell of the LORDE endureth, and the thoughtes of his hert from generacion to generacion.

12Blessed are the people that holde the LORDE for their God, & blessed are the folke whom he hath chosen to be his heretage.

13The LORDE loketh downe from heauen, & beholdeth all the children of men:

14from his stronge seate he considreth all them yt dwell in the worlde.

15He only hath fashioned all the hertes of them, & knoweth all their workes.

16A kynge is not helped by his owne greate hoost, nether is a giaunte saued thorow the might of his owne stregth.

17A horse is but a vayne thynge to saue a man, it is not the power of his stregth that can delyuer him.

18Beholde, the eye of the LORDE loketh vnto them that feare him, & put their trust in his mercy.

19That he maye delyuer their soules from death, and to fede them in the deare tyme.

20Let oure soule paciently abyde the LORDE, for he is oure helpe and shilde.

21So shal oure herte reioyse in him, because we haue hoped in his holy name.

22Let thy mercifull kyndnesse (o LORDE) be vpon vs, like as we put oure trust in the.