Psalm CVI

Praise ye the Lord, to him give thanks;
He's good; his mercy is endless:

Who can describe his mighty acts?
Who can all his due praise express?

Blessed are they that judgment keep,
Who justice practice constantly:

Lord mind me as thou dost thine own,
With thy salvation visit me.

That I may see thy chosen's good,
And in thy nation's joy rejoyce;
And with thy blest inheritance
May praise thee with a glorying voice.

We with our sinful ancestors,
By sin from thy just Laws have gone;
Iniquity we did commit,
And very wickedly have done.

Our fathers did not understand
Thy wondrous plagues which Egypt struck;
Thy many mercies they forgot,
At the Red-Sea did thee provoke.

Nevertheless he saved them,
Even for his own supream Names-sake;
And that his own Almighty power
He known and manifest might make.

The Red-Sea also he rebuk'd,
And it was dryed up and fled;
And he them through the dryed depths,
As after through the desart led.

From the pursuing hand of him
That hated them he did them save;
And he did from the enemies hand
Redeem them, and deliverance gave.

The waters overwhelm'd their foes,
Not one of them was left alive:

And then they did believe his word,
And praise in joyful songs did give.

They soon forgat his works, and for
His Counsels did not wait with trust;

But in the desart tempted God,
And there provokingly did lust.

He granted them their own request,
But to their souls he leanness sent:

They envy'd Moses in the Camp,
And Aaron the Lord's chosen Saint

The open'd earth Dathan devour'd,
Cover'd Abiram's company;

A fire among them kindled was,
The wicked were burnt up thereby.

In Horeb they did form a Cal,
The molten Image worshipped:

To the shape of a grazing Ox
Their God, their Glory they changed.

Their God and Saviour, who had done
Great things in Egypt, they forgat

Wondrous works in the land Ham,
By the Red-Sea dreadful and great.

Therefore he said, he'd them cut off,
Had not (lest he should them destroy)
His chosen Moses in the breach
Stood for to turn his wrath away.

Yea, they despis'd the pleasant land,
And did not yet believe his word,

But often murmur'd in their Tents,
And heard not the voice of the Lord.

In desart them to overthrow
He therefore did lift up his hand;

Abroad to make their seed to fall,
And scatter them in every land.

They joyn'd themselves to Baal-Peor,
Sacrifice of the dead they eat;

Thus they provoked him to wrath,
Their vile-inventions were so great.

Then did the plague upon them break,
But Phinehas stood up to slay
And execute Judgment on some,
And so the wasting Plague did stay.

This so pleas'd God, that he to him
Imputed it for righteousness;
And all his generations
For this he promised to bless.

And at the waters where they strove,
God into just displeasure brake;
So that even Moses felt his part,
And was rebuked for their sake.

Because their provocations great
His patient spirit so much stirr'd,
That he in passion with his lips
Did speak an unadvised word.

Nor as the Lord commanded them,
Did they the wicked Nations slay;

But with the heathen mingled were,
And learnt their wicked works and way.

And they the heathen's Idols serv'd,
Which were to them a deadly snare:

By them their sons and daughters then
To Devils sacrificed were.

In their own Childrens guiltless blood
Their guilty hands they did embrew,
Whom unto Canaan's Idols they
For bloody Sacrifices slew.
So was the land defil'd with blood,

And they with their own sinful way;
And with their own inventions thus
From God a whoring went astray.

Therefore against his people then
God's wrath was justly kindled more;
So that his own inheritance
He loathed, and did it abhor.

He gave them to the heathen's power,
Their wicked foes did them command;

Their enemies them oppress'd, who were
Before subjected to their hand.

Many times he deliver'd them,
But they again provok'd him so
By their own Counsels and their crimes,
That they were brought exceeding low.

Yet he regarded their distress,
And heard when they to him did cry:

His ancient Covenant also he
For them did call to memory.
And he repenting, pity'd them
After his mercies manifold,

And made them pityed be of those
Who did them as their Captives hold.

Save us, O Lord, and gather us
The wicked heathens from among,
To give thanks to thy holy name,
And praise thee with triumphing song.

Blest be Jehovah, Israel's God,
Henceforth to all eternity;
Let all the people joyntly say,
Amen. Praise ye the Lord most high.