Psalm 149

To the God, whom we adore,
Sing a Song unsung before:
His immortall Praise reherse,
Where his Holy Saints converse.
Israel, O thou his Choice,
In thy Makers Praise rejoyce:
Zions Sons, rejoyce, and sing
To the Honour of your King.
In the Dance his Praise resound;
Strike the Harp, let Timbrels sound.
God in Goodnesse infinite,
In his People takes delight.
God with safety will adorne
Those, whom men afflict with scorne.
Let his Saints in glory joy;
Sing as in their Beds they lie:
Highly praise the living Lord;
Arm'd with their two-edged Sword,
All the Heathen to confound;
And the Nations bordering round;
Binding all their Kings with cords;
Fettring their captived Lords:
That they in divine pursuit,
May his judgements execute;
As 'tis writ, such Honour shall
Unto all his Saints befall.
Halelu-jah.