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Author: William Kethe Appears in 3 hymnals Hymnal Title: Calvin Hymnary Project First Line: My soul praise the Lord, Speak good of his Name (Kethe) Lyrics: 1 My soul, Praise the Lord, speak good of his Name
O Lord our great God, how dost thou appear!
So passing in glory, that great is thy fame,
Honor and Majesty in thee shine most clear.
2 With light as a robe thou hast thyself clad,
Whereby all the earth thy greatness may see:
The heav'ns in such sort thou also hast spread,
That they to a curtain compar-ed may be.
3 His chamber-beams lie in the clouds full sure,
Which as his chariots are made him to bear:
And there with much swiftness his course doth endure,
Upon the wings riding of winds in the air.
4 He maketh his spirits as heralds to go,
And lightnings to serve we see also pressed;
His will to accomplish they run to and fro,
To save or consume things as seemeth him best.
5 He groundeth the earth so firmly and fast,
That it once to move none shall have such pow'r
The deep a fair cov'ring for it made thou hast,
Which by its own nature the hills would devour.
6 But at thy rebuke the waters do flee,
And so give due place thy word to obey:
At thy voice of thunder so fearful they be,
That in their great raging they haste soon away.
7 The mountains full high they then up ascend,
If thou do but speak, thy word they fulfil:
So likewise the valleys most quickly descend,
Where thou them appointest, remain they do still:
8 Their bounds thou hast set how far they shall run,
So that in their rage not that pass they can:
For God hath appointed they shall not return
The earth to destroy more, which made was for man.
The Second Part.
9 He sendeth his springs to strong streams or lakes,
Which run do full swift among the huge hills;
Where both the wild asses their thirst often slakes,
And beasts of the mountains thereof drink their fills.
10 By these pleasant springs and rivers most clear,
The fowls of the air abide shall and dwell;
Who moved by nature do hop here and there,
Among the green branches their songs shall excel.
11 The mountains to moist the clouds he doth use.
The earth with his works is wholly replete:
So as the brute cattle he doth not refuse,
But grass doth provide them, and herb for man's meat.
12 Yea, bread, wine, and oil, he made for man's sake,
His face to refresh, and heart to make strong:
The cedars of Liban the great Lord did make,
Which trees he doth nourish that grow up so long.
13 In these may birds build, and all make their nests;
In fir-trees the storks remain and abide;
The high hills are succours for wild goats to rest,
Also the rock stony for conies to hide.
14 The moon then is set her seasons to run,
The day from the night thereby to discern;
And by the descending also of the sun,
The cold from heat always thereby we do learn.
15 When darkness doth come by God's will and pow'r,
Then creep forth do all the beasts of the wood
The lions range roaring their prey to devour:
But yet 'tis the Lord who giveth them food.
16 As soon as the sun is up they retire.
To couch in their dens then are they full fain;
That man to his work may, as right doth reqmre,
Till night come and call him to take rest again.
The Third Part.
17 How sundry, O Lord, are all thy works found !
With wisdom full great they are indeed wrought;
So that the whole world of thy praise doth sound;
And as for thy riches, they pass all men's thought.
18 So is the great sea, which is large and broad,
Where creeping things swarm and beasts of each sort,
There mighty ships sail, and some lie at road;
The whale huge and monstrous there also doth sport.
19 All things on tbee wait, thou dost them relieve,
And thou in due time full well dost 'them feed.
Now when it doth please thee the same for to give,
They gather full gladly those things which they need:
20 Thou open'st thy hand, and they find such grace,
That they with good things are filled we see;
But sore they are troubled if thou bide thy face,
For if thou their breath take vile dust then they be.
21 Again when thy Spirit from thee doth proceed,
All things to appoint, and what shall ensue;
Then are they created as thou bast decreed,
And dost by tby goodness the dry earth renew.
22 The praise of the Lord for ever shall last,
Who may in his works by right well rejoice;
His look can the earth make to tremble full fast,
And likewise the mountains to smoke at his voice,
23 To this Lord and God will I sing always;
So long as I live my God praise will I
Then an I most certain, my words shall him please,
I will rejoice in him, to him I will cry.
24 The sinners, O Lord, consume in thine ire;
Also the perverse, them root out with shame:
But as for my soul now let it still desire,
And say with the faithful, Praise ye the Lord's Name.
Psalm CIV
[My soule praise the Lord]
Appears in 40 hymnals Hymnal Title: The Whole Booke of Psalmes Tune Key: g minor Incipit: 13215 34654 4576 Used With Text: Benedic anima
[My soule praise the Lord]
My soul, praise the Lord; speak good of His name
Author: William Kethe Hymnal: The Westminster Abbey Hymn-Book #301 (1897) Hymnal Title: The Westminster Abbey Hymn-Book Languages: English Tune Title: HANOVER
My soul, praise the Lord; speak good of His name
My soul praise the Lord, speak good of his Name
Author: W. K. Hymnal: The Whole Book of Psalms #CIV (1790) Hymnal Title: The Whole Book of Psalms Lyrics: 1 My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his Name
O Lord our great God, how dost thou appear?
So passing in glory, that great is thy fame,
Honour and Majesty in thee shine most clear.
2 With light as a robe thou hast thyself clad,
Whereby all the earth thy greatness may see:
The heav'ns in such sort thou also hast spread,
That they to a curtain compared may be.
3 His chamber-beams lie in the clouds full sure,
Which as his chariots are made him to bear:
And there with much swiftness his course doth endure,
Upon the wings riding of winds in the air.
4 He maketh his spirits as heralds to go,
And lightnings to serve we see also prest;
His will to accomplish they run to and fro,
To save or consume things as seemeth him best.
5 He groundeth the earth so firmly and fast,
That it once to move none shall have such pow'r
The deep a fair cov'ring for it made thou hast,
Which by its own nature the hills would devour.
6 But at thy rebuke the waters do flee,
And so give due place thy word to obey:
At thy voice of thunder so fearful they be,
That in their great raging they haste soon away.
7 The mountains full high they then up ascend,
If thou do but speak, thy word they fulfil:
So likewise the valleys most quickly descend,
Where thou them appointest, remain they do still:
8 Their bounds thou hast set how far they shall run,
So that in their rage not that pass they can:
For God hath appointed they shall not return
The earth to destroy more, which made was for man.
The Second Part.
9 He sendeth his springs to strong streams or lakes,
Which run do full swift among the huge hills,
Where both the wild asses their thirst often slake,
And beasts of the mountains thereof drink their fills.
10 By these pleasant springs and rivers most clear,
The fowls of the air abide shall and dwell,
Who moved by nature do hop here and there,
Among the green branches their songs shall excel.
11 The mountains to moist the clouds he doth use;
The earth with his works is wholly replete.
So as the brute cattle he doth not refuse,
But grass doth provide them, and herb for man's meat.
12 Yea, bread, wine, and oil, he made for man's sake,
His face to refresh, and heart to make strong,
The cedars of Liban the great Lord did make,
Which trees he doth nourish, that grow up so long.
13 In these may birds build, and all make their nests;
In fir-trees the storks remain and abide:
The high hills are succours for wild goats to rest,
Also the rock stony for conies to hide.
14 The moon then is set her seasons to run,
The day from the night thereby to discern;
And by the descending also of the sun,
The cold from heat alway thereby we do learn.
15 When darkness doth come by God's will and pow'r,
Then creep forth do all the beasts of the wood;
The lions range roaring their prey to devour:
But yet 'tis thou, Lord, who givest them food.
16 As soon as the sun is up, they retire,
To couch in their dens, then are they full fain;
That man to his work may, as right doth require,
Till night come and call him to take rest again.
The Third Part.
17 How sundry, O Lord, are all thy works found?
With wisdom full great they are indeed wrought;
So that the whole world of thy praise doth sound;
And as for thy riches, they pass all men's thought:
18 So in the great sea which is large and broad,
Where creeping things swarm and beasts of each sort;
There mighty ships sail, and some lie at rode,
The whale huge and monstrous there also doth sport.
19 All things on thee wait, thou dost them relieve,
And thou in due time full well dost 'them feed:
Now when it doth please thee the same for to give,
They gather full gladly those things which they need.
20 Thou open'st thy hand, and they find such grace,
That they with good things are filled we see:
But sore they are troubled if thou hide thy face,
For if thou their breath take vile dust then they be.
21 Again when thy Spirit from thee doth proceed,
All things to appoint, and what shall ensue;
Then are they created as thou bast decreed,
And dost by thy goodness the dry earth renew.
22 The praise of the Lord for ever shall last,
Who may in his works by right well rejoice;
His look can the earth make to tremble full fast,
And likewise the mountains to smoke at his voice,
23 To this Lord and God will I sing always;
So long as I live my God praise will I:
Then an I most certain my words shall him please;
I will rejoice in him, to him I will cry.
24 The sinners, O Lord, consume in thine ire;
Also the perverse, them root out with shame;
But as for my soul now, let it still desire,
And say with the faithful, Praise ye the Lord's Name. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English
My soul praise the Lord, speak good of his Name
Benedic anima
Author: W. K. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #58 (1640) Hymnal Title: The Whole Booke of Psalmes First Line: My soule praise the Lord Lyrics: 1 My soule praise the Lord,
speak good of his Name:
O Lord our great God,
how dost thou appear?
So passing in glorie,
that great is thy fame,
Honour and majestie
in thee shine most cleare.
2 With light as a robe
thou hast thee beclad:
Whereby all the earth
thy greatnesse may see.
The heavens in such sort
thou also hast spread,
That they to a curtaine
compared may be.
3 His chamber-beams lie
in the clouds full sure:
Which as his chariot
are made him to beare.
And there with much swiftnesse
his course doth endure,
Upon the wings riding
of winds in the aire.
4 He maketh his spirits
as Heralds to go:
And lightnings to serve
we see also prest:
His will to accomplish
they run to and fro,
To save or consume things
as seemeth him best.
5 He groundeth the earth
so firmly and fast,
That it once to move
none shall have such power.
6 The deep a faire covering
for it made thou hast:
Which by its own nature
the hils would devoure.
7 But at thy rebuke
the waters do flie:
And so give due place
thy word to obey.
At thy voice of thunder
so fearfull they be:
That in their great raging
they hast soon away.
8 The mountain3s full high
they then up ascend:
If thou do but speak,
thy word they fulfill:
So likewise the vallies
most quickly descend,
Where thou them appointest,
remaine they do still.
9 Their bounds thou hast set,
how farre they shall run;
So that in their rage
not that pass they can:
For God hath appointed
they shall not return,
The earth to destroy more,
which made was for man.
The second Part.
10 He sendeth the springs
to strong streames or lakes,
Which run do full swift
among the huge hils.
11 Where both the wild asses
their thirst oft times slakes,
And beasts of the mountaines
thereof drink their fils.
12 By these pleasant springs
of fountaines full faire
The fowles of the ayre
abide shall and dwell:
Who moved by nature
do hop here and there:
Among the green branches
their songs shall excell.
13 The mountains to moist
the clouds he doth use:
The earth with his works
is wholly repleat.
14 So as the bruit cattel
he doth not refuse:
But grasse doth provide them,
and herb for man's meat.
15 Yea bread, wine, and oyle
he made for mans sake:
His face to refresh,
and heart to make strong.
16 The Cedars of Liban
this great Lord did make:
Which trees he doth nourish.
that grow up so long.
17 In these may birds build,
and make there their nests:
In firre-trees the Storks
remaine and abide.
18 The high hils are succour
for wild goats to rest:
And eke the rock stony
for Conies to hide.
19 The Moon then is set
her seasons to run:
The daies from the night
thereby to discern:
And by the descending
also of the Sun,
The cold from heat alway
thereby we do learn.
20 When darkness doth come
by God's will and power,
Then creep forth do all
the beasts of the wood.
21 The Lions range roaring
their prey to devoure:
But yet it is thou Lord
which givest them food.
22 As soon as the Sun
is up, they retire:
To couch in their dens
then are they full faine:
23 That man to his work may
as right doth require:
Till night come and call him,
to take rest againe.
The third Part.
17 How sundry O Lord,
are all thy works found?
With wisdome full great
they are indeed wrought:
So that the whole world
of thy praise doth sound:
And as for thy riches,
they passe all mens thoughts.
25 So is the great sea,
which is large and broad:
Where things that creep swarm,
and beasts of each sort.
26 There both mighty ships saile,
and some lie at road:
The Whale huge and monstrous
there also doth sport.
27 All things on thee wait,
thou dost them relieve:
And thou in due time
full well dost them feed.
28 Now when it doth please thee
the same for to give:
They gather full gladly
those things which they need.
Thou openest thy hand,
and they find such grace,
That they with good things
are filled we see.
29 But sore they are troubled,
if thou bide thy face,
For if thou their breath take,
vile dust then they be.
30 Againe when thy Spirit
from thee doth proceed,
All things to appoint,
and what shall ensue:
Then are they created
as thou bast decreed:
And dost by tHy goodnesse
the dry earth renew.
31 The praise of the Lord
for ever shall last:
Who may in his works
by right well rejoyce.
32 His look can the earth make
to tremble full fast:
And likewise the mountaines
to smoke at his voice,
33 To this Lord and God
sing will I alwaies:
So long as I live,
my God praise will I:
34 Then an I most certaine
my words shall him please;
I will rejoyce in him,
to him I will cry.
24 The sinners, O Lord,
consume in thine ire:
Amd ele the perverse,
them root out with shame:
But as for my soul now,
let it still desire,
And say with the faithfull,
praise ye the Lord's Name. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English Tune Title: [My soule praise the Lord]
Benedic anima
William Kethe
? - 1594 Hymnal Title: The Westminster Abbey Hymn-Book Author of "My soul, praise the Lord; speak good of His name" in The Westminster Abbey Hymn-Book William Kethe (b. Scotland [?], d. Dorset England, c. 1594). Although both the time and place of Kethe's birth and death are unknown, scholars think he was a Scotsman. A Protestant, he fled to the continent during Queen Mary's persecution in the late 1550s. He lived in Geneva for some time but traveled to Basel and Strasbourg to maintain contact with other English refugees. Kethe is thought to be one of the scholars who translated and published the English-language Geneva Bible (1560), a version favored over the King James Bible by the Pilgrim fathers. The twenty-five psalm versifications Kethe prepared for the Anglo-Genevan Psalter of 1561 were also adopted into the Scottish Psalter of 1565. His versification of Psalm 100 (All People that on Earth do Dwell) is the only one that found its way into modern psalmody.
Bert Polman
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Kethe, William, is said by Thomas Warton in his History of English Poetry, and by John Strype in his Annals of the Reformation, to have been a Scotsman. Where he was born, or whether he held any preferment in England in the time of Edward VI., we have been unable to discover. In the Brieff discours off the troubles begonne at Franckford, 1575, he is mentioned as in exile at Frankfurt in 1555, at Geneva in 1557; as being sent on a mission to the exiles in Basel, Strassburg, &c, in 1558; and as returning with their answers to Geneva in 1559. Whether he was one of those left behind in 1559 to "finishe the bible, and the psalmes bothe in meeter and prose," does not appear. The Discours further mentions him as being with the Earl of Warwick and the Queen's forces at Newhaven [Havre] in 1563, and in the north in 1569. John Hutchins in his County history of Dorset, 1774, vol. ii. p. 316, says that he was instituted in 1561 as Rector of Childe Okeford, near Blandford. But as there were two Rectors and only one church, leave of absence might easily be extended. His connection with Okeford seems to have ceased by death or otherwise about 1593.
The Rev. Sir Talbot H. B. Baker, Bart., of Ranston, Blandford, who very kindly made researches on the spot, has informed me that the Registers at Childe Okeford begin with 1652-53, that the copies kept in Blandford date only from 1732 (the earlier having probably perished in the great fire there in 1731), that no will can be found in the district Probate Court, and that no monument or tablet is now to be found at Childe Okeford.
By a communication to me from the Diocesan Registrar of Bristol, it appears that in a book professing to contain a list of Presentations deposited in the Consistory Court, Kethe is said to have been presented in 1565 by Henry Capel, the Patron of Childe Okeford Inferior. In the 1813 edition of Hutchins, vol. iii. pp. 355-6, William Watkinson is said to have been presented to this moiety by Arthur Capel in 1593.
Twenty-five Psalm versions by Kethe are included in the Anglo-Genevan Psalter of 1561, viz. Ps. 27, 36, 47, 54, 58, 62, 70, 85, 88, 90, 91, 94, 100, 101, 104, 107, 111, 112, 113, 122, 125, 126, 134, 138, 142,—the whole of which were adopted in the Scottish Psalter of 1564-65. Only nine, viz. Ps. 104, 107, 111, 112, 113, 122, 125, 126, 134, were included in the English Psalter of 1562; Ps. 100 being however added in 1565. Being mostly in peculiar metres, only one, Ps. 100, was transferred to the Scottish Psalter of 1650. The version of Ps. 104, "My soul, praise the Lord," is found, in a greatly altered form, in some modern hymnals.
Warton calls him ”a Scotch divine, no unready rhymer," says he had seen a moralisation of some of Ovid by him, and also mentions verses by him prefixed to a pamphlet by Christopher Goodman, printed at Geneva in 1558; a version of Ps. 93 added to Knox's Appellation to the Scottish Bishops, also printed at Geneva in 1558; and an anti-papal ballad, "Tye the mare Tom-boy." A sermon he preached before the Sessions at Blandford on Jan. 17, 1571, was printed by John Daye in 1571 (preface dated Childe Okeford, Jan. 29,157?), and dedicated to Ambrose Earl of Warwick. [Rev James Mearns, M.A].
-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)
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Kethe, William, p. 624, i., line 30. The version which Warton describes as of Psalm 93 is really of Psalm 94, and is that noted under Scottish Hymnody, p. 1022, ii., as the version of Psalms 94 by W. Kethe.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)
William Kethe
William Croft
1678 - 1727 Person Name: Dr. Croft Hymnal Title: The Westminster Abbey Hymn-Book Composer of "HANOVER" in The Westminster Abbey Hymn-Book William Croft, Mus. Doc. was born in the year 1677 and received his musical education in the Chapel Royal, under Dr. Blow. In 1700 he was admitted a Gentleman Extraordinary of the Chapel Boyd; and in 1707, upon the decease of Jeremiah Clarke, he was appointed joint organist with his mentor, Dr. Blow. In 1709 he was elected organist of Westminster Abbey. This amiable man and excellent musician died in 1727, in the fiftieth year of his age. A very large number of Dr. Croft's compositions remain still in manuscript.
Cathedral chants of the XVI, XVII & XVIII centuries, ed. by Edward F. Rimbault, London: D. Almaine & Co., 1844
William Croft
