Psalm CXLIX

Praise ye the Lord, and sing
A new rejoycing song;
Praise ye our glorious King
His holy ones among.
Where they do meet
In holy throngs, To sing these songs
Sacred and sweet.

Let Israel rejoyce
In him that did them make;
With chearful heart and voice
Let Sion's sons partake.
And to their King,
Who them directs, And still protects,
This off'ring bring.

And let them praise his name
With dances grave and meet;
Yea, let them praise the same
With Harp and Musick sweet.
For the upright,

His people true, Whom he fore-knew,
Are his delight.
With his salvation he
The meek will beautifie:

Let them all joyful be
In his and their Glory.
To their great King,
Their resting head, Shall on their bed
His praises sing.

Let the high praise of God
Be ever in their mouth;
And let them wield abroad
The two-edg'd-sword (with truth.)

On heathens all,
And wicked men, God's Judgments then
Shall surely fall.

With chains to bind their Kings,
Their Lords with iron bands;

To execute the things
On them which God commands.
God by his Word,
This honour grants To all his Saints.
Praise ye the Lord.