Psalm 24

THe Earth's the Lords, with her encrease;
The world, & all her goods:
He founded it vpon the seas,
And layd it on the Flouds.
What man is he that shal have grace
To climbe the hill of God?
Or Who shall in his holy-place,
Obtaine their free abode?

Sure, they whose hands are innocent,
Whose meanings are vpright.
Whose harts to folly are not bent,
Who swear, without deceit.
Such, gaine from God, a blessed meed,
And, from their faviour grace:
And, such (oh Iacob) are their seed
Who truly seek thy face.

Yee Gates, lift vp your heades on high,
(Yee dores which last for aye)
The king of glory passeth-by,
Vnclose, & give him way.
Who is the king of glorie? tell,
Oh tell! who might he be?
The Lord, who doth in strength excell,
That glorious king, is he.

Yee Gates, aloft your Arches heave,
(Yee dores that have no ende)
Vnto the king of glorie, give
Free passage to ascend.
Who is the king of glorie? say,
Oh say! who might he be?
The Lord of Armies in aray,
That glorious king is he.