The Sixth Penitential Psalm (Psalm 130)

When David had perceyvid in his brest
The sprite of God retournd that was exild,
By cause he knew he hath alone exprest
Thes grete thinges that greter spryte compild.
As shalme or pype letes owt the sownd imprest
By musikes art, forgid tofore and fyld,
I say when David had perceyvid this
The sprite of comfort in him revivid is.

Ffor therapon he makyth argument
Off reconsiling unto the Lordes grace;
Ahho sometyme to prophecy have lent
Both brut bestes and wikkyd hertes a place,
But our David, jugith in his intent
Hym sellff by penance clene owt off this cace,
Wherby he hath remission off offence.
And gynnyth to alow his payne & penitence.

But when he weyth the fawt and recompense
He damth his dede and fyndyth playne
A twene them two, no whitt equivalence,
Wherby he takes all owtward dede in vayne,
To here the name off ryghtfull penitence,
Wich is alone the hert retornd agayne ;
And sore contryt that doth his fawt bymone,
And owtward dede the sygne or fruyt alone.

With this he doth deffend the slye assault
Off vayne alowance of his voyde desert ;
And all the Glory off his forgyven fault
To good alone he doth it hole convert.
His owne meryt he fyndyth in deffault,
And whilst he ponderth thes thinges in his hert,
His knee, his arme, his hand, sustenid his chyn,
When he his song agayne thus did begyn :

Ffrom depth off sin and from a diepe dispaire,
To The have I cald O Lord, to be my borow.
Thow in my voyce, O Lord, perceyve and here

My hert, my hope, my plaint, my overthrow.
My will to ryse, and let by graunt apere
That to my voyce thyn eres do well entend;

No place so farr that to The is not nere ;
No depth so diepe that thou ne maist extend,
Thyn ere therto; here then my wofull plaint,

Ffor, Lord, if thou do' observe what men offend.
And putt thy natyff mercy in restraint;
If just exaction demaund recompence

Who may endure O Lord, who shall not faynt
At suche acompt? dred, and not reverence
Shold so raine large. But thou sekes rather love

Ffor in thy hand is mercys resedence
By hope wheroff thou dost our hertes move.
I in the Lord have set my confydence

My sowle such trust doth evermore aprove.
Thi holy word of eterne excellence,
Thy mercys promesse, that is alway just

Have bene my stay, my piller and pretence.
My sowle in God hath more desyrus trust,
Than hath the wachman lokyng for the day

By the releffe to quench of slepe the thrust.
Let Israeli trust unto the Lord alway,
Ffor grace and favour arn his propertie :

Plenteus rannzome shall come with hym I say,
And shall redeme all our iniquitie.