Psalm 66

SIng to the Lord ô all yee lands,
And make a joyfull sound:
Sing forth his fame,
And glorious Name,
And make his praise renown'd.
How dreadfull works come from thy
Thy pow'r (say) Lord, how great! (hands!
Foes bow before,
Vast earth adore
At his most sacred seat.
Yea sing unto thy Name shall they,
In songs thine honour spread:
Gods works come see,
Whose actions bee
To mortalls full of dread.
To firm dry land he turn'd the Sea,
And all the waters moist:
There went they through
And dry-shod too:
There wee in him rejoic'd.
He ever rules by soveraign pow'rs,
His eyes all lands descry:
O let not then
Rebellious men
Exalt themselves on high.
All people praise this God of ours,
With earnest voices strive,
His praise renown'd
To make resound.
Who holds our soul alive.
And suffereth not on any side,
Our feet to be remov'd:
For thou ô God,
With smarting rod,
Hast us thy servants prov'd.
As silver in a furnace tri'd,
So throughly tri'd were we:
Our feet were set
Within the net,
And therein brought by thee.
Afflictions sore and violent,
Thou mad'st our loins abide:
Yea thou did'st then
Cause furious men
Over our heads to ride.
Through flames of fire we also went,
And through the watry flouds:
But surely thou
Hast brought us now
To places stor'd with goods.

2. Part.
BUrnt-offrings to thy house I'l bear,
There those sworn vows to pay,
With lips of mine,
And mouth made thine,
In my distressfull day:
Burnt sacrifice of fatlings there,
My soul to thee devotes:
With incense too,
Of Rammes enow,
With Bullocks offring Goats.
Come hearken ye that fear Gods Name,
To you declare will I;
What favour hee
Hath done for mee,
My mouth to him did cry,
I with my tongue extoll'd his fame:
But if I should regard,
And purpose in
My heart to sin,
My pray'r should not be heard.
But God hath heard me verily,
And hath been well content;
With willing ear
The voice to hear
And pray'r I did present:
The Lord I bless and magnifie
Who turned not away,
Nor grace hath he
With-held from me,
When I to him did pray.