Certayne psal­mes chosen out of the psal­ter of Dauid / commonlye called thee .vii. penytentiall psal­mes, drawen into englyshe me­ter by Sir Thomas Wyat Knyght, wherunto is ad­ded a prologe of y e auc­tore before euery psalme, very pleasaūt & profettable to the godly reader.

Imprinted at London in Paules Churchyarde, at the sygne of thee Starre, By Thomas Ray­nald. and Iohn Harryngton

¶To the right honorable and his singuler good Lord, Willi­am, Marqu [...]she of Northampton, Earle of Essex, Barone of K [...]ndal, Lord parre, & knig [...]t of the most noble ordre of the Garter, youre moste bon [...]en orator at commaundement, Iohn Hattington, wysh [...]th helth, & prosperite wyth encrease of v [...]rtue & the mercy of God for euer.

COnsyderyng th [...] manyfolde dueties and aboundant seru [...] ce that I owe vnto your good Lordeshyp (ryghte honorable, & my Singul [...]r good Lord) I cā not, but see infinite causes [...] why I chiefely of all others oughte (wyth all chere­f [...]ll and ready endeuoure) to grati­fye your good Lordshyp by all meanes possyble, and to applye my selfe wholye too thee same, as one that woulde gladly, but cā by no mean [...]s [Page] able to do accordinglye as hys bon­dē duette requireth: I cānot, I say, but se & acknowledge my selfe boū ­dē, and not able to doo soche seruice as Iowe, both for the inestimable benefites y t your noble progenito [...]s, and also your good Lordship hath shewed vnto my parentes & pr [...]dy­cessors: & also to my selfe, as to one least able to do anye acceptable ser­uice, thoughe the wil be at all tymes most ready, In tokē wherof, youre lordship shal at all tymes perceaue, by simple thinges, that my [...]ittel wit shal be able to inu [...]nt that yf myne harte coulde do you any seruyce: no labour or trauayle shulde witholde me frō doynge my duetie [...] & that yf busy labour & y t hert myght be able to paye the du [...]tye that loue oweth: your lordshyp shulde in no poīt fynde me ingrate or vnthākful. And to declare this my redye wyll: I haue dedicated vnto your name, thys lit­tle [Page] treatyse, whyche after I had per­used and by thaduise of others (better learned then my self) determined to put it in printe, that the noble fa­me of so worthy a Knighte, as was thee Auctor hereof, Syr Thomas Wyat, shuld not perish but remay­ne as wel for hys syngul [...]r learnīg, as valiant dedes in [...]ne [...]cyal f [...]ates: I thought that I could not find a more worthy patron for soch a mās worke then your Lordship, whō I haue al [...]wayes knowen to be of so godlye a zeale, to thee furtheraunce of gods holy & a secret gospel, most humbly b [...]sechynge your good Lordeshippe, herin to accepte my good wyll, and too esteme me as one that wissheth vnto the same al honour, healthe, and prosperous successe.

AMEN.

☞ Your good Lordshyppes most humble at cōmaūdemēt Iohn Hartington.

¶ The Prologe of the Auctor

LOue to geue lawe vnto hys subiectes hartes
Stode in the eyes of Barsabe the bryghte
And in a looke anone hym selfes conuertes
Cru [...]lly pleasaunt, before King Dauids syght
Fyrst dased hys [...]yes, & furder forth he s [...]art [...]s
Wyth venemed brethe, as softly as he myghte
Touche his senewes, and ouer run­nes hys bones
Wyth [...]epynge fyre, sparkeled for the nones
And when he sawe, that kindeled was the flame
The noysome poyson, in hys harte he launced
[Page]So that the soule dyd tremble wyth the same
And in hys brawle, as he stode and traunced
Yeldynge vn [...]o the fygure, and thee frame
That those fayre eyes, hadde in hys pre [...]ens glaun [...]d
Th [...] tor [...] that loue, had printed in hys [...]reste [...]
[...] [...]o [...]oreth it, as a thynge of thyn­g [...]s ves [...]e
☞So that he forgotte, the wysdom a [...]d [...]or [...]caste
Wh [...] [...]he woo to realmes, when that [...] dothe lacke
Forg [...]ge [...]ke, goddes Maiestye as [...]
Y [...]a, a [...] hys owne, forthwyth he dothe to make
[...]rye to goo, into [...]hee felde in [...]
[Page]Urye I saye: that was hys Ieweles make
Under pretence, of certayne victorye
For enemyes swordes, a ready pray to be
W [...]ereby he may, enioye her out o [...] doubte
Whome more th [...]n God, or him self he myn [...]eth
And after he hadde broughte thys thynge about
And of t [...]at luste, possest hym self he fyndeth [...]
That hathe and dothe reuerse, and cl [...]ne turne out
Kynges from kyngdomes, and cy­tyes vndermynd [...]th
He blynded thynkes thys trayne, so blynde and close
To blynde al thynges, that nothing waye it disclose
☞ But Nathan hath spied, out this trecherye
Wyth [...]uful ch [...]are, and settes afore hys face
The greate offence, outrage and in­iurye
That he hathe done too God, as in thys case
By murder for too clooke ad­ulterye
He shewethe eke from heauen, thee t [...]reates alas
So s [...]rnly sore, thys Prophete thys Nathan
That al am [...]sed was, thys woful a­ged man
¶Like him that meateth wyth horror and wythe feare
The heate doth streyght forsake the lymyttes colde
The colour [...]ke droppeth downe frō hys cheare
[Page]So dothe he feele hys fyre many­folde
Hys heate, hys luste, his pleasure all in scare
Consume and waste [...] and streyght hys crowne of gold.
Hys purple pauler, hys scepter he le [...] teth fall
And to the ground, he throweth him self wyth all
☞ Then pompious pryde, of state and dignite
Forth with rebate repentaunt hum­blenes
Thinner vyle clothe, then clothed pouertie
Doth scantlye hyde and cladde hys nakednes
Hys fayre hoore bearde, of reuerente grauitie
Wyth ruffeled heyre, knowyng hys wyckednes
[Page]More lyke was he, the same repen­taunce
Then statelye prynce, of worldelye gou [...]rnaunce
☞ [...]ys harpe he takethe, in hand to be his guide
Wherwyth he offreth, playnts hys soule to saue
That from hys harte, dystylleth on euery syde
Wythedrawynge hym selfe, into a darke cau [...]
Within the ground, wher he might hym [...]yde
Flyinge the lyghte, as in pryson or graue
In which as sone, as Dauid entred had
The darcke horror, dyd make hys faulte a drad
✚But wythout, prolongyng or de­laye
[Page]Of that, whyche myghte hys Lorde hys God appease
Falleth on hys knees, and wyth hys harpe I saye
Afore hys breste, frawted wythe dy­sease
Of stormye syghes, depe draughtes of hys d [...]caye
Dressed vpryghte, sekyng to conter­pase
Hys songes wythe syghes and tou­chynge of the stringes
Wyth tender harte, too thus to God he synges

Domine ne in furore

O Lord syns my mouthe, thy myghtie name
Suffereth it selfe my lord, to name & to call
Here hathe my harpe, he taken by the same
That the repentaunce, whych I haue and shall
[Page]Maye at thy hande, seke mercy as the thynge
Of onely comfort to wretched sinners all
Whereby I dare w t humble be­monynge
By the goodnes of thee, this thynge requyre
Chas [...]yce me not, for my deser­uinge
Accordynge to thy [...]uste concea­ued yre
O lorde I dreade, and that I did not dreade
I me repente, and euermore d [...]syre
Thee to dreade, I open here and sprede
My faulte to thee, but thou for thy goodnes
Measure it not, in largenes nor in breade.
Punishe it not as asketh thee greatnes
[Page]Of thy furor prouoked by myne offence
Temper, o lorde, the harme of my excesse
Wyth mendyng wyll that I for recompence
Prepare agayne, and rather pytye me
For I am weake, and cleane wythout defence
More is the nede, I haue of reme­dye
For of the hole, the [...]eche taketh no cure
The shepe that [...]trayeth thee she­parde sekes to see
I lorde am strayed, and seke with­out recure
Fele al my lymes, that haue rebelled for feare
Shake in despayre onelesse thou me assure
My flesshe is troubled, my harte doth feare the spe [...]r [...]
[Page]That drede of deathe, of deathe that euer lastes
Threateth of ryghte, and draweth nere and neare
Moch more my soule, is troubled by the blastes
Of these assautes, that come as thick as hayle
Of worldly vanities, that temp­tacion ca [...]les
Agayn [...] the bulwerke, of the flesh frayle
Wherin thee soule, in greate per­ple [...]itie
Fe [...]leth the senc [...]s, wyth the tha [...] assayd
Consp [...]re corrup [...] by pleasure and van [...]ie
Wherby the wretche, dothe too the shade resorte
Of hope in the, in thys extre­mytie
But thou [...] o lorde, howe longe a [...] ­ter thys sorte
[Page]Forberest thou, to se my my­serye
Suffer me yet, in hope of some comfort
Feare & not feele, that thou for­gettest me
Returne (o lorde) I beseche thee o lorde
Unto thy olde, wonted benygnitye
Reduce reuiue, my soule, be thou the leche
And reconcyle, the great hatred and [...]ryte
That it hathe had, agaynste the fleshe the wretche
That styred hathe thy wrath by fylthy lyfe
Se howe my soule, doth freate it to the bones
Inwarde [...]emorse, so sharpeth it lyke a knyfe
T [...]at but thou helpe, the caitife that be [...]o [...]s
[Page]Hys greate offence, it turneth anon to duste
Here hathe thy mercye, matter for the nones
For yf thy righteouse hande, that is so iuste
Suffre noo synne, or stryke wythe dampnation
Thy infynite mercye, wante, nedes it muste
Subiecte matter, for hys opera­tyon
For that in deathe, there is no me­morye
Amonge the dampned, nor yet no mencyon
Of thy great name grounde of al glorye
Then yf I dye, and goo where as I feare
To thynke ther on, howe shall thy great mer [...]ye
Sounde in my mouthe, vnto thee worldes care
[Page]For ther is none [...] that [...]an the laude and loue
For that thou wilt no loue, among them there
Su [...]fer my cryes, thee mercye too moue
That wonted is, a hundred yeares offence
In a moment of repentaunce, to remoue
Howe ofte haue I called vp with dyligence
Thys slouthfull fleshe, longe afo­re the daye
For to confes, hys faulte and negligence
That to the denne, for oughte that I coulde saye
Hathe styll returned, too shrowde hym selfe from colde
Wherby, if suffreth none for soche delaye
By myghtye playntes, in stede of pleasures olde
[Page]I washe my bedde, with teares continuall
To dull my syghte, that it be ne­uer bolde
To stere my hart agayne, to soche a fall
Thus drye I vp, among my foes in woo
That wythe my fall, doo ryse and growe wythall
And me be sett euen nowe, where I am so
Wyth secrete trappes, to trouble my penaunce
Some do presente to me, my we­pinge eyes
The chere, the manner, bewtye, or countenaunce
Of her [...] whose looke alas, dyd make me blynde
Some other offer, to my remem­braunce
These pleasaunt wordes, now bytter to my mynde
[Page]And some, shewe me the power, of my armoure
Triumphe, and conquest, and to my head assynde
Doo [...]le dia [...]me, some shewe fauoure
Of people frayle, palace, pompe and riches
To the meremaydes, and theyr baytes of errour
I stoppe my eares, wyth helpe of thy goodnes
And for I fele, it commeth alone of the
That to my harpe, these foes ha­ue none accesse
Dare them byd, auoyde wretches and flee
The Lorde hath hearde, the voyce of my complaynte
Youre engynes, take nomore ef­fect in me
The Lorde hathe heard (I saye) and sen [...] me faynte
[Page]Under your hand, and pytyeth my dystresse
He shal do make my sences, by constraynte
Obeye thee rule, that reason shall expresse
Where that thee disceyte, of youre glosing bayte
Made them vsurpe, a power in al excesse
Shamed be they all, that so do lye in wayte
To compasse me [...] by myssynge of theyr praye
Shame and rebuke, redownd to soche dysceyte
Soden confusion, as stroke with our delaye
Shall so deface, theyr craftye suggestion
That they to hurte my helth, noo more assaye
Sence I, O Lorde, remayne in thy protection

The Auctor

WHo so hathe sene, the sycke in hys feuour
After truce taken, wythe the heate or colde
And that the fytte is paste, of hys feuour
Drawe fayntinge syghes, let hym I saye beholde
Sorowefull Dauid, after hys languor
The wyth his teares, that from his eyen downe rolled
Paused his playnte, and layd down hys harpe
Faythfull recorde, of all hys soro­wes sharpe
✚Yt semed nowe, that of hys faulte the horrour
Dyd make a ferde nomore hy [...] hope of grace
Thee threates whereof in horrible te [...]rour
[Page]Dyd holde hys harte, as in despai­re a space
Tyll he had wyll, to seke for hys succoure
Hym selfe accusynge, beknowynge hys case
Thynkynge so bes [...]e, hys lorde to appeace
And not yet healed, he fealethe hys dysease
☞ Nowe semeth feareful, no more the darke caue
That ers [...]e dyd make hys fault, for to tremble
A place deuoute, of refuge for too saue
The succurles, it rather dyd res [...]mble
For who had sene, so kneeling with in the graue
The chiefe pas [...]ure, of the hebrewes assemble
[Page]Wolde Iudge it, made by teres of penytence
A sacred place, worthy of re­uerence
☞Wythe vapored eyes, he loked heare, and there
And when he hath, a whyle him self bethoughte
Gatherynge his spirites, that were disdmayde for feare
Hys harpe agayne, vnto hys hand he rought
Tunynge accorde, by Iudgemente of hys eare
Hys hartes botome [...] for a syghe he soughte
And there withall, vpon the holowe tree
With strayned voyce, againe thus cryed he

Beati quorum remisse sunt.

OH happy are they, that haue forgeuenes gotte
Of th [...]ir offēce, not by theyr penitence
As by merite which recompenceth not
Al thoughe that yet pardon, hathe not offence
Wythoute thee same, but by thee goodnesse
Of hym that hathe, perfytte in­telligence
Of harte contrite, and couert thee greatnesse
Of synne, wythin a mercyfull discharge
And happye are they, that haue the wylfulnesse
Of lust restraygned, afore it went at large
Prouoked by the drede, of Gods furor
[Page]Whereby they haue not on their backes thee charge
Of other faultes, too suffer thee dolor
For that theyr faulte, was neuer execute
In open [...]yghte, example o [...] error
And happy is he, to whome God doth impute
No more hys faulte, by knowled­gynge hys synne
And clensed nowe, thee lorde dothe hym repure
As adder fresshe, newe strypped from hys skynne
Nor in hys sprete, is oughte vn­di [...]couered
I for bycause, I hydde it siylle wythin
Thinckinge by state, in fault to be preferred
Do fynde by hyding of my fault my harme
[Page]As he that fyndeth, hys healthe hyndered
By secrete wounde, concealed from the charme
Of leches cure, that else had, had [...]edresse
And fele my bones, consume and waxe vnferme
By daylye rage, rorynge in [...]xcesse
The heauy hande, on me was so encreaste
Both daye and nyght, & hold my harte in presse
Wyth prickinge thoughtes, by reuinge me my reste
That weth [...]red is my lus [...]ynes awaye
As somer heates, that haue thee grayne oppres [...]e.
Wherfore I dyd, another waye assaye
And soughte forth wyth, to open in thy syght
[Page]My faulte, my feare, my fylthines I saye
And not to hyde, frō the, my great vnryghte
I shall quoth I, agaynst my selfe confesse
Unto thee Lorde, all my synfull plyghte
And thou forth with diddest wash the wyckedn [...]sse
Of myne off [...]nce, of truthe ryght thus it is
Wherfore they, that haue tas [...]ed thy goo [...]nesse
At me, shall take example, as of thys
And praye, and s [...]ke i [...]t [...] me, for ty­me of grace
Th [...]n shall the stormes, and [...]ud­des of harme
And hym to r [...]he, shall [...]euer ha­ue the space
Thou arte my refuge, and onely [...]auegarde
[Page]From the troubles that compas me the place
Such Ioyes, as he that scapeth his enemyes warde
Wyth losed bandes, hath in lybertye
Such is my ioye, thou haste to me preparde
That as the see man in his Ieopardye
By soden syght, perceaued hath the lyghte
So by thy great mercyful propertye
Within thy boke thus reade I my comforte
I shal the teache, and geue vn­derstandynge
And point to the, what way thou shalte resorte
For thy addresse, to kepe the frō wanderynge
My eye shall take the charge to be thy guyde
[Page]I aske therto, of the onelye thys thynge
Be not lyke horse or mule that men do ryde
That not alone doth his master knowe
But for thee good, thou muste hym betide
And brideled lest hys guyde he byte or throwe
Oh diuerse there are chastesin­ges of sinne
In meat, and drynke, in brethe, that man doth blowe
In slepe, and watche, in fretyn­ge styl wyth in
That neuer suffer rest vnto the mynde
Felde wythe offence, that newe and newe begynne
Wyth thousande feares, the harte to strayne and blynd:
But for al thys he that in God doth trust
[Page]Wy [...]he [...]cy [...], shall hym selfe defended fynde
Ioyce, and reioyce, I saye: you that be iuste
In hym that mak [...]th, & holdethe you so styll
In hym youre glorye, alwayes set you muste
All you that be, of vpryght hart and wyll

The Auctor

THys songe end [...]d, Dauid dyd sty [...]t [...] hys voyce
And in that whyle, he aboute wyth hys eye
Dyd seke the darcke caue, with whyche wythoute noyce
Hys sylence semed, too argue and [...]lye
Uppon hys harpe, [...]hys peace that dyd reioyce
[Page]The [...] so dyd call
And f [...]d [...] mercye, at plentyfull mercy [...]s hand
Neuer denied, but where it was wythstande
☞As the seruaunte, in hys may­sters face
Fyndynge pardon, of hys passed offence
Consyderynge his greate goodnes, and hys grace
Gladde teares dystylles, as glad­some recompence
Ryghte so Dauid, semed in thee place
A marble Image, of synguler reue­rence
Carued in the rocke, wythe eyes and hande on hygh [...]
Made is by craft, to playn, to sobbe, to syghe
[Page]Thys whyle a beame that bryght sonne forth sendeth
That sonne the whyche was neue [...] sonne could hyde
Perc [...]th thee caue, and on the harpe descendethe
Whose glaunsing lyght, the world dyd ouer glyde
And suche luyster vpon the harpe extendethe
As lyghte of lampe, vpon the golde cleaue tryed
The torne wherof into his eyes did s [...]e [...]te
Supprysed wyth ioye, by pennaū ­ce of the harte
☞He more enflamed, with farre more hote effecte
Of God then he was erste of Bar­sabe
Hys lefte foote dyd on thee earthe erec [...]e
Iuste thereby remaynethe the other knee
[Page]To thee lefte syde, hys wayght [...] h [...] dothe dyrecte
For hope of helthe, hys harpe a­gayne taketh he
Hys hande, hys tuyne, hys mynde sought hys laye
Whyche to the lord, with sober voyce dyd saye

Domine ne in furore tuo.

O Lord as I haue y e, both prayed and praye
Although in the, be no alteracyon
But that we mē, like as our selfes we saye
Mesuryng thy Iustyce, by ou [...] mutacyon
Chastice me not (oh lorde) in thy furor
Nor me correcte, in wrathful ca­stygacyon
For that thy arrowes, of feare, of Terror
[Page]Of sword, of sycknes, of famine, of fyre
Stickes depe in me, I (loo) frō myne [...]rrour
Am pluck [...]d vp, as horse out of the myre
With stroke of spurre, such is thy hande on me
That in my flesshe, for terror of thy yre
Is not one poynt, of f [...]rme stab [...] lytye
Nor in my bones, ther is no stedfastnes
Suche is my dreade of muta­bylyt [...]e
For that I know [...] m [...] fraylfull wyckednes
For why? my synnes aboue m [...] hed are bounde
Lyke heuy weightes, that doth my force oppresse
Under the whych I stoupe, and b [...]we to the grounde
[Page]As wyllow plante, haled by vyolence
And of my fles [...]he, eche not well cured wounde
That festered is, by folye, and n [...]clygence
By secrete luste [...] hath ra [...]k [...]d vnder skynne
Not duely cured, by my peny­tence
Perceyuynge thus, the tyrannye of synne
That with weyght, hath hūbled and deprest
My pryde, by grudgyng of the worme within
That neuer dyeth [...] I lyue wyth [...] rest
So are myne [...]ntrayles I [...]f [...] with feruent [...]ore
Fedynge my harme, [...] my wel [...] oppreste
That in my [...]leshe [...], is [...] [...]he therfore
[Page]So wonderous great, hath ben my vexacyon
That it forsced my harte, to cry and rore
O lorde thou knowest, thinwa [...] de contemplacyon
Of my desire, thou knowest my syghes and plaintes
Thou knowest, the teares of my lamentacyon
Cānot expresse, my hartes inwarde restrayntes
My harte pantethe, my force I feele it quayle
My sight, my eyes, my loke de­cayes and fayntes
And when myne enemyes, dyd me most assayle
My frendes most sure, wherein I set most trust
Myne owne vertues, sonest th [...] dyd fayle
And stode aparte, reason & wyt [...], vniuste
[Page]As kyn vnkynde, were fardeste gone at nede
So had they place, ther venume out to thruste
That sought my death, by naughty worde and deade
Ther tonges reproche, their wit dyd frawde applye
And I lyke deafe & dom, forthe my waye yede
Lyke one that heres not, nor hath [...]o replye
Not one worde agayne, know­yng that from thyne hande
These thynges procede, & thou lorde shalte replye
My truste in that, wherein I s [...]ycke and stande
Yet haue I had, greate cause to dreade and feare
That thou wouldeste geue, my foes the ouer hande
For in my fal, they shewed suche pleasaunt chere
[Page]That there wythal, I alway in the lashe
Abyde the stroke, and wythe me euery where
I beare my faulte, that greatel [...] doth abashe
My dolefull cheare, for I my [...] confesse
And my de [...]erte, dothe al my cō ­fort [...] dashe
In the m [...]ne while [...] mine enemi [...] styll en [...]rease
And my prouokers [...] hereby do [...] augmente
That without cause [...] to hurt me do no [...]ase
In euell for good agaynste m [...] they be bente
And hynder shal, my good pre­sente of grace
Loo nowe my god, that seest my whole entente
My lord I am, thou knowest in what case
[Page]Forsake me not, be not far from me gone
Haste to my helpe, haste lorde, & hast apace
O lord [...] the lord, of al my helth alone

The Auctor

LYke as the pylgrime, y t in a longe way
Faintinge for heate, prouoked by some wynde
In some fresshe shade lyeth downe [...]t middes of the day
So dothe of Dauid, the wery voy­ce and mynde
Ca [...]e breath of syghes, whē he had songe thys laye
Under suche shade, as sorowe hath assynde
And as thee tone, styll myndes hys vyage ende
[Page]So dothe the other, to mercye styll pretende
☞On foure cordes, hys fingers he pretendes
Without hearyng, or Iudgement of the sounde
Downe of hys eyes, a streame of teares discendes
Wythout felynge, that tryckell on the grounde
Is [...] that bledes in vayne [...] ryghte so Intendes
Thaltred sences to that that the [...] are bound [...]
But lyghe and wepe, he can no [...] other thynge
And loke vp styll, vnto the heaue [...] kynge
☞But who hath ben w [...]thoute the caue mouthe
And [...]earde thee tea [...]es [...] and syghes that hym dyd strayne
He wold haue sworne ther had oute of the [...]outh [...]
[Page]A luke warme wynd, brought forth a [...]moky rayne
But that so close the caue was, a [...]d vnkoweth
That none but god, was r [...]corde of hys payne
[...]s hadde the [...]ynde blowen, in all Israell [...]ares
Of theyr kynge, the wofull playnte and teares
✚Of why [...]h sonne part whē he vp s [...]pped had
Lyke as he, whō hys owne thought [...] affayres
He turnes hys loke, hym semed that the [...]hade
Of hys offen [...]e, aga [...]ne hys force assayes
[...]y vyolente dispayre, on hym too [...]ade
St [...]rrynge lyke hym, whom sodayn dispayre dismayde
His herte he straynes, and from his harte oute bringes
[Page]Thys songe that I note, wether he cryeth or synges

Miserere mei deus

RUe on me Lord, for thy goodnes and grace
That of thy nature arte so bountifull
For that goodnes [...] that in thy worde dothe brace
Repugnant natures [...] in quiet wō derfull
And for thy me [...]cyes, nōber with oute ende
In heauen and earth perc [...]aued so plentifull
That ouer al, they do them selfe [...] extende
For hys mercye, moche more then man can synne
Do a way my synne, that thy grace offende
Ofte tymes agayne wasshe me but washe me well wythin
[Page]And from my synnes, that thus makes me afrayde
Make thou me cleane, as euer thy wonte hath ben [...]
For vnto thee nowe, none can be layde
For too prescrybe, [...]emyssyon of synne
I [...] harte r [...]tourned, as thou thy selfe has [...]e sayde
And I besnowe my faulte, and [...]ny neglygence
In my syghte my synnes is fix­ [...]d fas [...]e
Therof too haue [...] more perfecte penytence
To the abo [...]e [...] to the haue I tres [...]s [...]e
For none can cure my fault, but thou alone
For in thy syght, I haue not ben agaste
For to offend, iudging thy sight as none
[Page]So that my faulte, were hydde from syghte of man
Thy maiestye, so from my sight was gone
Thys knowe I, and r [...]pent, pardon thou then
Wherby thou shalte kepe [...] stylle thy worde stable
Thy iustyce pure and cleane, be­cause that when
I pardoned am, then forth with iusticiable
Iuste I am iudged, by iustice of thy grace
For I my selfe, loo, thinge moste vnstable
Formed in offence, conceaued in lyke case
Am nought [...] but synne from m [...] natyuytie
Be not these sayde, for myne excuse, ah alas
But of thy helpe, to shewe neces­sitie inwarde
[Page]For loo, thou louest the truthe of the harte
Whych yet dothe lyue, in mooste fydelite
Thoughe I haue fallē, by frayle ouertha [...]rte
For wylfull malyce, leade me not the way [...]
So moche, as hathe thee flesshe, dr [...]en me aparte
Wherfore (O Lord [...]) as thou hast [...]one alwaye
Teache me, the hydden wysdom of thy lore
Since that my faythe, dothe not [...]t decaye
And as the Iewes, to heale thee [...]pper [...]ore
Wythe Isoppe clense, clense me and I am cleane
Thou shalte me washe, and more then snowe therfore
I shalbe whyte, howe fowle my faulte hath bene
[Page]Thou of my health, shall gladso­me tydinges bringe
When from aboue, remissiō shal­be sene
Discende on earth, thou shal [...]e for ioye vpspringe
The bones, that were before [...]sumed to duste
Loke not, oh Lorde, vppon my [...] offendynge
But do awaye my dedes, that are vniu [...]e
Make a cleane hart in the middell of my bres [...]
Wyth spyryt [...] v [...]r [...]g [...]t, [...]oyded from [...]ylthy [...] lus [...]
From thyne eyes [...]re [...]ast me not in v [...]res [...]e
Nor take from me, thee spyryte of holynesse
Render to me [...] ioye of thy helpe & h [...]ste
My wylle confyrme, wyth the spirite of stedfastnesse
[Page]And by thys, shall these godlye thynges ensue
Synners I shall, into thy way­es addresse
They shall returne to the, and thy grace sue
My tongue shall prayse, thy iu­stification
My mouth shal spreade, thy glorious prayse true
But of thy selfe, o God, thys operation
It muste procede by purgynge me from bloode
Amonge the [...]uste [...] tha [...] I m [...]y [...] haue relatyon
And of thy la [...]des for to let [...]ut the floode
Thou muste, oh lord [...] my lyppes [...]yrste vnlose
For yf thou haddeste, es [...]emed pleasaunt good
The outwarde dedes, that oute­warde men disclose
[Page]I wold haue offered, vnto the sacrifice
But thou delytest not, in no soche glose
Of outeward dede, as men dr [...]a­me and d [...]uyse
The [...]acrifice, that the lorde lyketh moste
Is spirite contryte, lowe harte in humble wyse
Thou do [...]ste acc [...]pte, o God, for pleasaunt hoste
Make Syon, Lorde, accordynge to thy wyll
Inward Syon the Syon of the hoste
Of hartes, Ieru [...]alem strengthe thy walles stylle
Then shalte thou take for good the outwarde dedes
Of a sacrifice, thy pleasure too fulfyll

The Auctor

OF deape secretes, that Dauid ther dyd synge
Of mercye, or fayth, of frayl­tie of grace
Of goddes goodnesse, and of iusty [...]yinge
Thy goodnesse dyd so, astony hym [...]
[...] who myght sa [...]e, who hath [...]x [...]ssed thys thynge
[...] synner, I [...] what haue I saide [...] a [...] [...]
That gods goodnesse, wold [...] with [...] [...]onge entr [...]a [...]
L [...] me agayne, consyder and re­peate
☞ And so he doth but expressed by worde
But in hys harte [...] he turnethe and payseth
[...] [...]
[Page]Eche worde that hys lyppes, myght foorde abrode
He poīteth, he pawseth, he wōdreth, he prayseth
The mercy that hydethe, of iustyce the sworde
The iustyce that so, hys promyse accomplysheth
For hys wordes sake, to worthyles deserte
That gratis, hys grace, to mē dothe departe
Here hath he comfort, when he doth measure
Measureles mercye, to measureles fautes
To prodygalle synners, Infinytye treasure
Treasure celestyall, that neuer shal [...]efaulte
Ye, when that synne shall fayle, and may not endure
Mercy shal reigne agayne, whome shal not assaute
[Page]Of hell preuayle, by whome loe, at thys daye
Of heauen gates, remyssyon is thee kaye
And when Dauid, had pondered wel and tryed
A [...]d seeth hym selfe, not outterly depryued
For lyght of grace, that dar [...]ke of synne dyd hyde
He fyndeth hys hoope moche, there with reuyued
He importeth on the lorde, on euery syde
For he knowethe wel, that to mercy is ascribed
Respecteles labor, importune, crye, and call
And thus begynneth hys sōg, there wythall

Domine exaudi orationem meam.

LOrd heare my praier, & let my crye passe
Unto the, lord, without Impedyments
Do not frō me, tourne thy mercyful face
Unto my selfe, le [...]uynge my go­uernement
In tyme of trouble, and aduer­sytye
Enclyne vnto me, thyne eare & thyne entente
And when I call, helpe myne necessytye
Redely graunte, theffecte of my desyre
Boldelye too please thy Maie­stye
And eke my case, soch haste doth well requyre
For lyke a synke, my dayes are past awaye
My bones dryed vp, as a fornace with the fyre
My harte, my mynde, is wythe­red [Page] vp lyke haye
But I haue forgott, to take [...] breade
My breade of lyfe, thee worde o [...] truthe I saye
And for my paynfull syghes, & my dreade
My bones my strength, my ve­ry force of mynde
Cleued to the fleshe, and from y e spirite were fledde
As desperate, thy mercye for to fynde
So made I am, the soden pel­lycane
And lyke the owle, that flyeth by proper kynde
Lyght of the day, and hath herself betane
To ruyne lyfe, oute of all com­panye
Wyth waker care, that w t this woo beganne
Lyke thee sparrowe, was I Solytarye
[Page]That syttes alone, vnder y • houses [...]aues
This whyle my foes, conspyred contynually
And dyd prouoke, the harme of my dysease
Wherefore lyke ashes, my bread dyd me sauor
Of thy iust word, the tast might not me please
Wherfore my drinke, I tempe­red wyth lycor
Of wepynge teares, that from myne eyes dyd rayne
Because I knowe, the wrath of thy furour
Prouoked by ryghte, had of my pryde dysdayne
For thou dyddest lyfte me vp, to throwe me downe
To teache me, howe to know my selfe agayne
Wherby I knowe, that helpeles I shuld drowne
[Page]My dayes l [...]ke shadow declyne, and I doo crye
A [...]d the foreuer, eterniti [...] dothe drowne
Worlde wythoute ende, dothe last thy memory
For thys frayltie, that yoketh al man kynde
Thou shalt awake, and rue this myserye
Rue on Syon, Syon, that as I fynde
Is thee people, that lyue vnder the lawe
For now is tyme, the tyme at hā de assynde
The tyme so long [...], that thy ser­uauntes drawe
In greate desyre, to se that plea­saunte daye
Daye of redemynge Syon, frō synnes awe
For they haue Ruthe, to see in suche decaye
[Page]In duste and s [...]ones, thys wret­ched Syon lore
Then the gentiles, shall dreade thy name alwaye
All earthely kynges, thy glorye shall honour
Then when thy grace, thy Syō thus redemeth
When thus thou hast declared, thy myghtie power
The lorde his seruauntes, wys­shes and so estemeth
That hym turnethe, vnto y • po­wer request
To our dyscente, this to be written semeth
Of all compfortes, as consola­cyon beste
And they, that then shalbe rege­nerate
Shall prayse the Lord, therfore bothe moste and leste
For he hath loked, from the high of hys estate
[Page]The Lord from heaue [...], [...]n e [...]rth hath loked on vs
To heare thee mone of them, that are algate
In soche bondage, to lose and o [...] discus
The sonnes of death, oute frome theyr deadlye bonde
Too gyue, thereby occasion glo­rious
In thys Syon, thys holye name to stonde
And in Ierusalem, hys laud [...]s lastynge aye
When in one churche, thee people of the lande
And realmes, ben gathered to s [...]rue, to laude, to praye,
The Lorde that is aboue, so ius [...]e and mercyfull
But these feble, runninge in thee waye
My strength fayleth, to reache it at the full
[Page]He hath abredged, my dayes they [...]re not sure
To se that terme, that tyme so wonderfull
All though I haue, with hart, wil and cure
Prayed to the Lorde, take me not awaye
In the middes of my yeares, thoughe thyne eu [...]r sure
Remayne ete [...]e, whom tyme can not decaye
Thou wroughteste the earthe, thy handes the heauens dyd make
They shall perysshe, & thou shalt laste alwaye
And all thynges aye, shall were and ouertake
Lyke clothe, and thou shalt chaunge thē lyke apparell
Tourne, and translate, and they in worthe it take
But thou thy selfe, thy selfe re­mayneste hole
[Page]That thou was erste, and shall thy yeare extende
Then se [...]s to thys, there maye nothynge rebelle
The greateste compforte, that I can pretende
Is, that the chyldren, of thy ser­uauntes deare
That in the world are gotte, shall wythoute ende
Before thy face, be stablyshed all in feare

The Auctor

WHen Dauid, hadde perceaued in hys breste
The spyryte of God retourne, that was exyled
Because he knewe, he hath alone ex­preste
These greate thynges, that grea [...]er spyryte compyled
[Page]As shawme or pipe, lettes out the sounde impreste
By musyke arte forged, to fore & fyled
I saye, when Dauid hadde percea­ued that, I wys
The spirite of compforte, in hym reuyued is
✚For ther vpon, he maketh argu­mente
Of reconsylyng, vnto the Lordes grace
Al thoughe somtyme, to prophecy hathe lente
Bothe brute, beastes, and wycked hartes a place
But oure Dauid, iudgeth in hys entente
Hym selfe by penaunce, cleane oute of thys case
Whereby he hathe, remissyon of offence
And begynneth to alowe, hys payne and penitence
[Page]☞But wh [...]n he weyt [...], the fa [...] and recompense
He dampneth hys dede, and fyndeth playne
Attwene them two, no what equiua­lence
Whereby he takethe, all outwarde dedes in vayne
To beare the name, of ryghtfull pe­nitence
Whych is alone, the harte returned agayne
And sore contryte hart, that doth his faulte bemone
And outward dede, the synne or [...] te alone
✚Wyth thys he dothe defende, the slye assaulte
Of vayne aloweance, of hys owne deserte
And all the glorye, of hys forgeuen faulte
To God alone, he dothe it hole conuerte
[Page]Hys owne meryte, he fyndeth in de­faulte
And whyles he pondered, these thin­g [...]s in hys harte
Hys knee, hys arme, hys hande su­steyned hys chinne
When he hys songe, agayne thus dyd begynne

Deprofundis clamaui ad te domine.

FRom depth of synne, & from depe dispayre
Frō depth of deeth, frō depth of hart [...]s sorowe
Frō this depe caue, of darken [...]s, depe repayre
The haue I called (O Lorde) to be my borowe
Thou in my voyce, O Lorde, per­ceaue and heare
My harte, my hope, my playnte, my ouerthrowe
My wyll to ryse, and let by graunt appeare
[Page]That to my voyce, t [...]yne [...]es do well attende
No place so farre, that to the is not neare
Noo depthe so depe, that thou ne mays [...]e extende
Thyne eare sett [...] therto, heare thē my wofull playnte
For Lord, yf thou doo obserue, what men doo offende
And putte the natyue mercye, in restreynte
Yf iuste exactyon, demaunde re­compence
Who maye endure, O Lorde, who shall not faynte
At soche accompte, dede, and no reuerence
Shoulde so runne at large, but thou sekest rather loue
For in thy hande, is mercyes resydence
By hope, wher [...]of thou doeste oure hartes moue
[Page]I in the Lorde, haue sette my con­fydence
My soule soche trueth, dothe [...] ­uermore approue
Thy holye worde, of eterne exc [...]l­l [...]nce
Thy mercyes promyse [...] that is all wa [...]e iu [...]e
Haue b [...]n my staye, my piller and pr [...]t [...]nce
My soule in God [...] hath [...] mor [...] desyrous [...]ru [...]
Then ha [...]h t [...]e wa [...]m [...] loking for [...]
By [...] [...]pe [...]
[...]
Fo [...] gr [...] [...]uor [...]re hys pr [...] pet [...]
Pl [...]eou [...] [...]ansome [...] shall com [...] wyth hym I [...]a [...]
And shall redeme all oure iniquitie

The Auctor

THys worde, redeme, that in his mouthe dyd sounde
Dyd putte Dauid, it semeth vnto me
As in a traunce, to stare vppon thee g [...]ounde
And wyth hys thoughte, the hyghte of heauen to see
Where he beholdes, thee worde that shulde confounde
The worde of death, by humilite here to be
In mortall mayde, in mortal habite made
Eternallye, in mortall vayle too shade
☞He seyth that worde, whē ful rype tyme shulde come
Doo awaye that vayle, by feruente aff [...]ction
Tourne of wyth deathe, for deathe shulde haue her dome
[Page]And lepeth lyghter, frome soche cor­ruption
The glute of lyghte, that in the ayre dothe lome
Man redemeth, death hathe h [...]r de­struction
That mortall vayle [...] hathe immor­talyt [...]e
Too Dauid, assuraunce of hys ini­quitie
☞Wherby he frames, thys reason in hys harte
That goodnes, whych doth not for­beare hys sonne
From d [...]ath for m [...] and can therby conuerte
My death to lyf [...] m [...] synne to sal­uation
Bothe can, and wyll a smaller grac [...] departe
To hym that sueth, by humble sup­plication
And syns, I haue thys larger grace assayde
[Page]To aske thys thinge, why am I thē affrayde
☞ He graunteth moste, to them that moste do craue
And he delyghtes, in suit wythoute r [...]p [...]cte
Alas, my sonne pu [...]sues me to the graue
Suffered by God, my synnes for to [...]orr [...]c [...]e
Bu [...] of my synnes, syns I may par­don hau [...]
My sonnes suyte, shall shortelye be reiec [...]e
Then wyll I craue, wyth sute con­fydence
And thus b [...]gynne the sucte of hys pretence

Domine [...]x [...]di orationem meam.

HEar [...] my prayer, o lord, heare my requeste
Complyshe my bone, supply thou my desyre [...]
Not for my desert, but for thyne owne behest
[Page]In whose firme truth, thou promist myne empyre
To stande stable, and after thy iustyce
Performe, o [...] Lorde, that thynge that I requyre
But of law, after the forme and guise
To enter iudgement, wythe thee thrall bonde slaue
To plede hys right, for in soch maner wyse
Before thy syghte, noo man hys ryghte shall saue
For o [...] my self, lo, thys my righteousnesse
By scorge and whyppe, and prie­kynge spurr [...]s I haue
Scant rysē vp, such is my beas [...] lynes
For that, myne enemyes hath put sued my lyfe
And in the duste, hathe soyled my lustynes
[Page]Forreyn [...] r [...]almes to fl [...] hys rage [...]o ry [...]e
Be hath [...] [...] hyde my [...]
And for bycaus [...] [...] at st [...]y [...]e
My har [...]e [...] [...]orce war [...]s [...]
I had recoue [...] to [...] paste
And dyd rememb [...] t [...] [...]ea [...]s in al my drede
And dyd peru [...]e [...] thy [...]or [...]k [...]s [...] euer last
Wherby I knowe a [...]ue the [...] wonders al
Thy mercyes were th [...]n lyfte I vp in hast
My handes to the [...] [...] soule [...]o the dyd call
Lyke bare soyle for moyster o [...] [...]hy grace
Haste to my helpe O lord a [...]or [...] I fall
[Page]For euer I fele, my spiryte doth fainte apace
Turne not thy face from me [...] y t I be layede
In compt of them, that headlinge downe doo passe
Into the pyt, shewe me be tunes thyne ayde
For on thy grace, I holly do depende
And in thy handes, since all my helth is stayed
Do me to know, what way thou wylte, I bende
For vnto the, I haue raysed vp my mynde
Rydde me (oh lorde) from them that do entende
My foes to be, for I haue me assigned
Alwaye wythin, thy secrete pro­tectyon
Teache me thy wyl, that I by y t may fynde
[Page]The way to worke, the same in a [...] fectyon
For thou my god, thy blessed spirite vpryght
In laude of truthe, shall be my dyr [...]ctyon
Thou for thy name shal reuiue my spiryte
Wythin the ryght that I recei­ue by the
Wh [...]reby my l [...], of daunger shalbe quyte
T [...]ou haste fo [...] done the greate iniquy [...]ye
T [...]a [...] v [...]r [...] [...] [...]ou shalt also c [...]n [...]o [...]n [...]
[...]y foes [...] [...]or thy be­ [...]ignitt [...]
For thyne am I thy seruaun [...] moste bounde
FINIS.

[...]um Preuil [...]gio ad imprimendum S [...]lum.

M.T.XLIX. The last day of December.

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