Matthew(i)
9 Therfore dyd my hert reioyce, & my tunge was glad, my flesh also shal rest in hope.
10 For why? thou shalt not leaue my soule in hell, neither shalt thou suffre thy saincte to se corrupcion.
11 Thou hast shewed me the wayes of lyfe: thou shalte make me full of ioye wyth thy countenaunce. At thy ryght hande there is pleasure and ioye for euermore.