Psalm 146

Halelu-jah.
O My Soule, praise thou the Lord:
Whilst thou liv'st, his praise record.
Whilst I am, eternall King,
I will of thy praises sing.
O, no hope in Princes place;
Trust in none of humane race;
Who can give no helpe at all,
Nor prevent his proper fall.
When his parting breath expires,
He againe to Earth retires.
Ev'n in that uncertaine day
All his thoughts with him decay.
Happy he, whom God protects;
He, on whom his Grace reflects.
Happy he, who plants his trust
On the onely Good and Just.
He who Heavens blew Arch displai'd;
He who Earths Foundation laid;
Spread the Land-imbracing Maine;
Made what ever all containe:
True to what his Word profest;
He revengeth the opprest;
Hungry Soules with food sustaines,
And unbinds the Prisoners chaines:
To the blind restores his sight;
Reares, who fall by wicked might.
Righteousnesse his Soule affects.
Friendlesse Strangers he protects,
Widdowes, and the Fatherlesse;
Those confounds who these oppresse.
Zion, God, thy God shall raigne,
While the Poles their Orbs sustaine.
Halelu-jah.