Psalm 111

My Soule the honor of our King,
Shall in the great Assembly sing.
Great are the wonders He hath showne;
With joy by their admirers knowne.
His glorious deedes all praise transcend;
His equall Justice knowes no end:
Left in eternall Monuments;
Whose Mercy Death and Hell prevents:
Feeds those who feare his Name, and will
His Promise faithfully fulfill.
Who planted with a powerfull Hand
His people in this pleasant Land.
Just Judgement executes; directs
By sacred Lawes; and Truth affects.
These fretting Time shall never waste;
But squar'd by Justice ever last.
His Word to us confirm'd by deed;
So often from oppression freed.
His Name is terrible to all:
His feare is the Originall
Of Wisdome; and they onely wise
Who make his Lawes their Exercise.
His praise, while men have memory,
And power of speech, shall never die.