Psalm 75

Thy Praises, O eternall King,
Our Soules in sacred Verse will sing.
The wonders of thy Works declare;
Thy Presence in thy Power and Care.
When I shall weare the Hebrew Crown,
High Justice shall my Reign renown.
The Land with weakning Discord rent,
The People without Government,
Faint and dissolve. Her Pillars I
Support, her Breaches fortifie.
Proud Man, I said, renounce thy Pride;
Thou Foole, thy Folly cast aside.
Doe not so high your Hornes erect;
Nor bellow, as with yoke uncheckt.
Preferment from the Orient,
Nor from the Evening-Suns Descent,
Nor Desert comes: God guides our Fates,
He raiseth, and He ruinates.
A cup of red and mingled Wine
He poureth out to me and mine:
But every Rebell in the Land
Shall drink the Dregs, squeez'd by his Hand.
His noble Acts I will relate;
The God of Jacob celebrate;
Suppresse the Wicked, and their wayes;
The Just to Wealth and Honour raise.