Thou litle church, to whom Christ hath restorde
The cleare lost light of His evangel pure,
Thy God doth with all diligence procure
That with His worde thou maist be stil decorde;
Thogh thou have long His wholesome trueth abhorde,
Yet His great mercies did thy blindnes cure
Submitting thee unto the careful cure
Of suche pastours as truely teache His worde,
Out of whose hands, with great thanks, now receive
All Davids Psalmes, set foorth in pleasant verse.
A greater gift of them thou couldst not crave,
Whose endles frute my pen can not rehearse,
For here thou hast for everie accident
That may occurre a doctrine pertinent.
