Psalm XLVIII

Great is the Lord and highly to bee praised,
In God's owne CITTIE, SYON hill is rays'd;
The beautie and the joy of all the Land,
The great king's CITTIE on the NORTH doth stand;
In his faire PALLACES God's name is knowne,
Where Hee doth cherish and protect His owne.
Though manie kings against her gathred bee,
They stand astonisht her great strength to see.
As when a woman doth in trauell fall,
A suddaine feare and tremblinge takes them all;
And God shall breake them though they bee combin'd,
As shipps are broken with an EASTERNE winde.
What wee haue heard, wee see Thou dost fullfill,
Thou GOD OF HOSTS vphoulds't Thy CITTIE still:
Amidst Thy Temple Lord, wee doe attend
Till Thou to vs Thy grace and fauour send.
Great is Thy name, O God, Thy praise noe lesse,
And Thy right hand is full of righteousnes.
Rejoyce O Sion, and your joyes renew,
Daughters of JUDAH, for His judgements true.
About the walls of Sion walke yee round,
And tell the towers wherewith that forte is crownd;
Obserue her bulwarks and her turrets high,
And tell the same to your posterity.
This euer liuinge God our God is Hee,
And shall our Guide while we haue liuinge, bee.