Psalm 113

Hallelu-jah.
O You, who serve the living Lord,
Due praises to his Name afford:
Now and for ever celebrate;
Let all his noble Acts relate.
Even from the purple Morn's uprise,
To where the Evening flecks the Skies.
All power to his Dominion bends:
His Glory the bright Stars transcends.
What God can be compar'd with ours?
Who Thron'd in Heavens superiour towres
Submits himselfe to guide and move
All that is done in Heaven above:
And from that height vouchsafes to throw
His eyes on us, who creepe below.
The poore he raiseth from the Dust:
Even from the Dunghill lifts the Just;
Whom he to height of honour brings,
And sets him in the Thrones of Kings.
He fructifies the barren Wombe;
The Childlesse, Mothers now become.
Hallelu-jah.