Psalm 149

PRaise ye the Lord, sing to the Lord
A new composed song:
His memorable praise record,
His gathered Saints among.
Let joyfull Israel shout and sing
In their Creators Name:
Let Sions children in their King,
Triumphant joyes proclame.
In dances let them praise his Name,
The harp before him bring:
And joyn the timbrell to the same,
With these his praises sing.
For lo the Lord exceedingly
In Israel doth delight:
The meek he'l richly beautifie
With robes of saving might
In glory let the Saints be joy'd,
Sing lowd upon their bed:
And their religious mouths imploy'd
The Lords high praise to spread.
And let a double edged sword,
Be put into their hands:
T'inflict the vengeance of the Lord
Upon the heathen lands.
T'impose the peoples punishments,
Their Kings in chains to bind:
Their noble Peers and Presidents
In iron links confin'd.
To execute upon them all,
The judgment on record:
Such honour to the Saints doth fall,
Praise ye, praise ye the Lord.