Psalm 146

THe Lords deserved praise proclame,
My soul do thou extoll the same:
I, while I live,
Will praises give
Unto the Lords Almighty Name.
Unto my God will I sing praise,
While breath prolongs my life and daies:
Trust in no King,
Nor mortall thing,
They can no help nor succour bring.
For lo, there passeth out his breath,
And he returns to dust of death;
That very day
His thoughts decay,
And each of them then perisheth.
O happy happy happy one,
Who ever Jacobs God hath known
To be his ayd:
Whose hope is stayd
Upon the Lord his God alone.
That made the heavens, seas, and shore,
The earth and all the num'rous store
In liquid seas:
He made all these,
And keepeth truth for evermore.
In-judgment he for us proceeds,
For to avenge oppressors deeds;
From bondage He
Set pris'ners free;
The Lord likewise the hungry feeds.
The righteous doth the Lord affect,
The bowed down he doth erect;
Opening likewise
The blind mans eyes,
The strangers doth the Lord protect.
The Lord relieves the fatherless,
And helps the widow in distress:
But in his wrath,
The sinners path,
The Lord doth utterly suppress.
The Lord shall reign eternally,
Thy God O Sion rules on high;
And so he shall
To ages all:
His Name do ye still magnifie.