Psalm CXLVI

Praise ye the Lord most high,
My soul speak thou his praise;
I'le praise him constantly,
And bless him all my days.

Even whilst I live,
And being have, God who this gave,
I'le praises give.

In Princes put no trust,
Nor any son of man;
Impotent and unjust,
None of them help us can.

He life resigns,
Returns to dust, And then he must
Cease his designs.

He is the happy man,
Whom God doth help afford;
Who own and trust God can,
Whose hope is in the Lord.

Who all things made,
Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, His truth and they
Do never fade.

God food to th' hungry gives,
Judgment doth execute;
Th' oppress'd loose, and relieves
Prisoners and destitute.

To blind gives sight,
Dejected men, He raiseth them,
Loves the upright.

God strangers doth defend,
Orphans and widows knows;
Ways which to mischief tend,
Utterly overthrows.

God King shall be;
Sion's God shall Still reign o're all.
The Lord praise ye.