I. King James I.

YE princes’ sonnes, yeild to the Lorde,

Yeild him all force and gloire,

And yeild to him the honoure deu

Unto his name thairfoire.

Inclyne and bou youre selfis adoune,

Adore Iehoua great,

Qwho sittis most gloriously upon

His throne and holy seat.

The uoice of God on watteris ringis,

And makis a woundrouse sound;

Strong glorious God doth thunder his uoyce

On watteris that abound.

The uoyce of God cummis semely furth,

His uoyce cummis furth with micht;

Iehoua’s uoyce the cedres breakis,

Euin Liban cedres uicht;

And makis thaime as a calfe to skipp,

Trudge Liban Sirion eik,

Lyke to the faune of unicornis

Will leape when he doth speik.

His uoyce makis uildernessis murne,

And quenchis flammes of fyre;

Euen the desertis of Kades large

May not abyde his yre.

Iehoua’s uoice makis hyndes to calve,

And bareis the forrestis grene,

Bot in his temple all his gloire

He shouis, and makis be sene.

Iehoua sate in the deluge,

And sittis a king for aye;

He also to his people giuis

The force thay haue alluaye.

The same Iehoua great doth blesse

His people uell belovid

With great tranquillitie and peace:

Pray it be not remouid.