Psalm 99

Let our Foes with terrour quake;
Let the Earths Foundation shake:
Now the Lord his Raigne begins,
Thron'd betweene the Cherubins.
O how great in Sions Towers!
High above all Mortall Powers.
Great and terrible his Name:
Since so holy, praise the same.
Judgement his great Power affects;
Yet by Equitie directs.
These celestiall Twins imbrace;
These reflect on Jacobs Race.
O how holy! above all
Honour; at his Foot-stoole fall,
Moses: Aaron heretofore
Among those who Mitres wore:
Samuel by Vow desir'd,
Among those who were inspir'd.
These to him their Praiers preferr'd,
These by him as soone were heard.
These his Statutes rarely brake:
Unto these th' Almightie spake,
In the Pillar of a Cloud:
To his Service ever vow'd.
He did their Petitions heare,
Mercifull, and yet severe.
The Holy, on his holy Hill
Glorifie, and worship still.