Psalm 66

Happy Sons of Israel,
Who in pleasant Canaan dwell,
Fill the Aire with shouts of Joy;
Shouts redoubled from the Skie.
Sing the great Jehovah's Praise;
Trophees to his Glory raise:
Say; How wonderfull thy Deeds!
Lord, thy Power all power exceeds!
Conquest on thy Sword doth sit;
Trembling Foes through feare submit.
Let the many-peopled Earth,
All of high and humble birth,
Worship our eternall King;
Hymnes unto his honour sing.
Come, and see what God hath wrought;
Terrible to humane thought.
He the Billowes did divide;
Wall'd with waves on either side,
While we passed safe and dry:
Then our Soules were rapt with joy.
Endlesse his Dominion;
All beholding from his Throne.
Let not those, who hate us most;
Let not the Rebellious boast.
Blesse the Lord; his Praise be sung,
While an eare can heare a tongue.
He our feet establisheth;
He our Souls redeem's from Death,
Lord, as Silver purifi'd,
Thou hast with Affliction tri'd:
Thou hast driv'n into the net;
Burthens on our shoulders set:
Trod on by their Horses hooves;
Theirs, whom Pity never moves.
We through fire, with flames imbrac'd;
We through raging flouds have pass'd:
Yet by Thy conducting hand,
Brought into a wealthy Land.
I will to thy House repaire;
Worship, and thy Power declare:
Offerings on thy Altar lay;
All my vowes devoutly pay,
Vtter'd with my heart and tongue,
When opprest with powerfull Wrong.
Fatlings I will sacrifice;
Incense in perfumes shall rise;
Bullocks, shaggy Goats, and Rams
Offer'd up in sacred flames.
You, who great Jehovah feare,
Come, O come, you blest, and heare
What for me the Lord hath wrought,
Then, when neere to ruine brought.
Fervently to Him I cry'd;
This Goodnesse magnifi'd.
If I Vices should affect,
Would not He my Prayers reject:
But the Lord my Prayers hath heard,
Which my tongue with teares preferr'd.
Sourse of Mercy, be Thou blest,
That hast granted my Request.