Great(i)
7 My herte is fyxed (O God) my herte is fyxed: I wyll synge and geue prayse.
8 Awake, O my glory, awake lute and harpe, I my selfe wyll a wake ryght early.
9 I wyll geue thankes vnto the (O Lorde) among the people, and I wyll synge vnto the amonge the nacyons.
10 For the greatnes of thy mercy reacheth vnto the heauens, and thy treuth vnto the cloudes.
11 Sett vp thy selfe (O God) aboue the heauens, & thy glory aboue all the earth.