[A song,
the psalme of the children of Corach.]
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Great is God, and hyghly to be praysed: in the citie of our Lorde, his holy hyll.
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The hyll of Sion is fayre in situation, and the ioy of the whole earth: vpon the north syde lyeth the citie of the great king.
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God is well knowen in her palaces: as a most sure refuge.
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For lo kinges did assemble, and passe by together:
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they them selues sawe it, lykewyse they marueyled, they were astonyed with feare, and sodenly in haste they were gone away.
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A feare came there vpon them and sorowe: as vpon a woman in her childe trauayle.
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Thou didst breake the shippes of the sea: through the east wynde.
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Lyke as we haue hearde, so haue we seene in the citie of God of hoastes: in the citie of our Lorde, God vpholdeth the same for euer.
Selah.
9
O Lorde we haue wayted: for thy louyng kindnesse in the myddest of thy temple.
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O Lorde, accordyng to thy name, so is thy prayse vnto the worldes ende: thy ryght hande is full of iustice.
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Mount Sion shall reioyce, and the daughters of Iuda shalbe glad: because of thy iudgementes.
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Compasse about Sion, and go rounde about her: and tell the towres therof.
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Marke well her bulwarkes, beholde her hygh palaces: that ye may tell it to your posteritie.
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For this God is our God for euer and euer: he wyll be our guide vnto death.