Psalm 108

My Thoughts the Lord their Object make;
Before the ruddy Morning spring,
My Glory of his Praise shall sing:
Awake, my Lute; my Harp, awake;
While I to all the World rehearse
His praises in a living Verse.

Thy Mercy (O how great!) extends
Above the Starry Firmament;
Still unto tender pity bent:
Thy Truth the soaring clouds transcends.
Thy Head above the Heavens erect;
Thy Glory on the Earth reflect.

O heare us, who thy aide implore;
And with thy owne Right hand defend:
To thy Beloved Succour send.
God by his Sanctitie thus swore;
I Succoths Valley will divide:
In Sichems Spoils be magnifi'd.

Manasseh, Gilead, both are mine:
Ephraim my Strength, in Battaile bold.
Thou Judah, shalt my Scepter hold.
I will triumph o're Palaestine.
Base Servitude shall Moab waste.
O're Edom I my Shooe will cast.

Who will our forward Troups direct
To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd?
Or into sandy Edom guide?
Lord, wilt not thou, that didst reject,
Nor wouldst before our Armies goe,
Now lead our Host against the Foe?

When Death and Horrour most affright,
Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine.
For O, the helpe of Man is vaine!
Lead; and we valiantly shall fight.
Thy Feet our Foes shall trample downe;
Thy Hands our Browes with Conquest crowne.