Psalms 57:7-11 My heart is redy O Lorde, my heart is redy: I wyll sing, and prayse thee in singing of psalmes

Bishops⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁷ My heart is redy O Lorde, my heart is redy: I wyll sing, and prayse thee in singing of psalmes ⁸ Bestirre thee O my glory, bestirre thee O Lute and Harpe: I my selfe wil bestirre me right early in the morning ⁹ I wyll prayse thee O Lorde among the people: and I wyll sing psalmes vnto thee among the nations ¹⁰ For the greatnes of thy mercie reacheth vnto the heauens: and thy trueth vnto the cloudes ¹¹ Exalt thy selfe O Lord aboue the heauens: let thy glory be aboue al the earth