Psalm 138

My Soule, applaud our glorious King;
Before the Gods his praises sing:
His Mercy an eternall Spring.

For this, on consecrated ground
Will I adore; thy Truth resound;
Thy Word above all Names renown'd.

Thou heard'st me, when to thee I cri'd;
When Danger charg'd on every side;
By thee confirm'd and fortifi'd.

All those, who awfull Scepters beare,
When they of thy Performance heare,
Shall worship thee with reverent feare.

They shall his Truth and Mercy praise,
Who all the World with Justice swaies;
Whose Wonders Adoration raise.

Although inthron'd above the Skies,
He on the lowly casts his eyes,
But doth the Insolent despise.

Though stormes of Troubles me inclose;
Yet thou shalt save me from my Foes,
And raise me in their overthrowes.

For God his Promise will effect;
The Faithfull faithfully protect;
Nor ever his owne Choice reject.