CXV. T. B.

BEHOLD now giue heede, such as be

The Lord’s seruants faithfull and true;

Come, prayse the Lord, euery degree,

With such songs as to him are due.

O ye that stand in the Lord’s house,

Euen in our owne God’s mansion,

Praise ye the Lord so bounteous,

Which worketh our saluation.

Lift vp your hands in his holy place,

Yea, and that in the time of night;

Praise ye the Lord which giueth all grace,

For he is a Lord of great might.

Then shal the Lord out of Sion,

Which made heauen and earth by his power,

Giue to you and your nation

His blessing, mercy, and fauour.