Psalm 103

COme praise the Lord; come praise his Name,
My soul, & all that is in mee.
My soul, come praise his holy Name,
And, of his favours mindfull be.
For, all thine errors he forgave;
He cur'd thy greefs, he clos'd thy wound;
Thy Life, he saved from the grave,
And, thee with tender mercies crown'd.

With Goodnes, he, thy mouth doth fill,
He like on Eagle, makes thee younge;
And, righteous Doomes he giveth still,
To ev'ry one that suffers wrong.
His waies to Moses he declar'd,
His deeds to Isr'el, he did showe;
And, kinde, & gratious is our Lord,
To mercy, prone; to Anger, slowe.

He, will not alwaies vs vprayd;
Nor, evermore displeasd is hee:
Nor, hath he soe our sinns repaid,
As, justly they deserve to be.
For, they that fear him, finde his grace,
Out-reach the spreadings of the skye;
And, he from vs, our sinns doth place,
As farr, as East from West doth lie.

He pitties them who fear his Name,
As fathers pitty their owne seed:
For, well he knowes our britle frame,
And, that from dust, wee did proceed.
Our tyme, is like the feild-bred-flowres,
Which, now doe make a goodly shewe;
Anon, some blast their forme devours,
And leaves no token where they grewe.

But, still there's mercy in the Lord,
For them, that awfull of him bee:
To them, that keep, & minde his word,
His righteousnes, imputeth hee.
His Throne aboue the heav'ns is rais'd,
And, over all, he beareth sway:
Of powrfull Angells, he, is prais'd;
They hear his voice, & him obay.

Let all his hoasts; his servants to,
Performe his will, and praise his name:
Yea, soe let all his creatures doe,
And oh! my soul; do thou the same.