Psalm 103

MY soul I charge thee to express
The Lords renown and fame:
Let all within me praise and bless
His great and sacred name.
Forget not all his benefits,
But bless the Lord my soul:
Who thine offences all remits
And makes thee sound and whole.
Who hath redeem'd thee from the dead,
Destruction threatning sore:
With loving kindness crown'd thy head,
And tender mercies store.
Who with his gifts large multitude,
Thy mouth sufficing, fils:
So that thy youth is now renew'd,
As Eagles casting bills.
The Lord doth judgment execute,
And righteousness conclude:
For persons that are destitute,
Opprest by tyrants rude.
His ways to Moses he made known,
His acts to Isr'els seed:
The Lord's a very gracious one,
And mercifull indeed.
To anger slow, aboundless deep
Of mercies multipli'd:
He will not always anger keep,
Nor everlasting chide.
He hath not dealt as our offence,
And wickedness hath bin:
Nor given us due recompence,
According to our sin.
For as the heav'nly Orbs appear
The earth so far above:
So great to them that do him fear,
Is Gods surpassing love.
The sins whereby we have transgrest,
Removing, by his grace,
As far from us, as East and West
Are separate in space.

2. Part.
AS fathers are compassionate
Unto their children dear:
So God doth them commiserate
That truly do him fear.
For he remembers we are dust,
Our crasie frame he knows:
The days of man resemble just
The grass which short time grows.
He prospers as a flower in field,
Which, when the winds pass ore,
Is perisht, and the place can yield
No knowledge of it more.
But lo, the Lords abundant grace,
Eternitie doth fill:
His constant righteousness takes place
To childrens children still.
To every person that consents
To keep his cov'nant true:
And thinks on his commandements,
For observation due.
In heaven, as a glorious King,
The Lord hath set his throne:
And over every kind of thing,
His kingdom rules alone.
Ye Angels that in strength excell,
And Gods commandments do:
That know his voice and word so well,
Still hearkning thereunto.
Bless ye the Lord, ô bless him still,
Ye glorious hoasts of his:
Ye Ministers that do fulfill
What ere his pleasure is.
Yea all his works both far and neer,
Bless ye the Lords great Name:
Through his Dominions every where,
My soul bless thou the same.