Psalm 146

PRaise ye the Lord, praise God my soul,
to God that me doth save,
Will I sing praises all my days,
whilest I my beeing have.
In Kings and Princes put no trust,
nor in the sons of men,
In whom there is no help at all.
He turns to earth, and then

His thoughts do perish in that day.
Happy is he whose aid
Is plac't on Jacobs God, whose hope
on God his Lord is staid.
Which made the earth and heaven high,
the seas that are so deep,
And all that therein is, who doth
his word for ever keep.

Who by judgement th'opprest relieves,
to those that hungry be
He giveth food, and graciously
doth set the prisoners free.
The Lord doth send the blind their sight,
the Lord again doth raise
Those that are bowed down, the Lord
favours the just always.

The strangers doth the Lord preserve,
relieves the fatherless,
And widows, but turns up-side down
the way of wickedness.
The Lord for evermore shall reign,
thy God, O Zion he
Unto all generations rules;
the Lord still praised be.