Psalm 104

MY soul the great God magnifie,
My God thou dost thee cloth,
With honour and with majestie,
•xceeding great in both.
With light thou cover'st thee about,
As with a Princely robe:
Like curtains drawn thou stretchest out
The bright celestiall globe.
Upon the wat'ry element there,
His chamber-beams he bindes:
He makes the clouds his Chariot bear,
And walks on winged windes.
His Ministers a fiery flame,
His Angels spirits he makes:
He laid the earths foundation frame,
So sure, it never shakes.
Which thou didst cover with the flood,
Like garments over-spread:
The waters ore the mountains stood,
At thy rebuke they fled.
Thy thundring voice compeld them all,
To haste away apace:
The mountains rise, the valleys fall,
Each to his founded place.
Their passage thou dost now restrain,
By setting them their bound:
That they may never turn again,
To cover all the ground.
Into the vales fresh springs he sends,
Which run among the hills:
Each beast the Forest comprehends,
Here take and drink their fills.
Wild asses here their thirst do slake;
Here feathered fowl do house;
And nests for habitations make,
And sing among the boughes.

2. part.
HE from his chambers of the skie,
The earth with rain hath stor'd:
Thy works the whole earth satisfie,
With fruits that they afford.
For cattell he makes grass to spring,
And herbs for mans own use:
Convenient food for every thing,
He makes the earth produce.
To glad mans heart he makes fat soil
Bring forth the grape for wine:
Heart-strengthning bread, & suppling oil,
To make the count'nance shine.
No juicefull sap Gods trees do want,
Those goodly Cedar trees
Which he in Lebanon did plant:
The birds make nests in these.
The stork in stately firre-trees dwells,
High hills the goats befit:
The Conies in the hollow cells
Of stony rocks do sit.
The moon a certain course doth run,
And he ordain'd it so:
And when to set none tells the Sun,
For he the time doth know.
Thou makest darkness, darkness night,
The forests beasts do then,
(Whom glittering day-light did affright)
Creep all out of their den.
Young Lions roaring for their prey,
Of God do seek their meat:
The Sun ariseth then do they
Together make retreat.
In secret dens they closely lurk,
And then doth man begin
To set upon and ply his work,
Till ev'ning calls him in.

3. Part.
HOw many are thy works? O Lord,
In wisdom all compos'd:
The earth by thee is richly stor'd
With treasures there-inclos'd.
So is this great and spacious deep,
Replenisht therewithall:
Where things innumerable creep,
And beasts both great and small.
The ships go also here away,
Leviathan here keeps,
Whom thou hast made to sport and play
Within the tumbling deeps.
These on thy bounty all depend.
For seasonable food:
Thy lib'rall hand thou dost extend,
And they are fill'd with good.
They gather what thou dost supply,
Thou hid'st thy face, they mourn:
Thou tak'st away their breath, they die,
And to their dust return.
Thy Spirits power thou sendest forth,
Which them anew creates:
And all the surface of the earth,
Thy Spirit renovates.
For ever lasts the Lords renown,
His works his joy provokes:
Earth made to tremble at his frown,
Hills at his touch to smoke.
I'l praise the Lord with cheerfull song,
While I remain alive:
While I have beeing, shall my tongue
In his choice praises strive.
My thoughts of him most sweet shall be,
In God will I be joy'd:
Let workers of iniquitie
Be from the earth destroy'd.
And let the wicked be no more:
O thou my soul record
The praises of the Lord therefore,
Praise ye, praise ye the Lord.