Psalm 108

MY hart is sixt; & I, oh Lord,
Will in my songs, thy fame record,
And, with my tongue, sing praise to thee:
My Harp & Psaltry, are awake;
And, I, my selfe, will readie make
To praise thee, where Assemblies be.

For, through the heav'ns thy Truth doth stretch;
Above the Sphears thy mercies reach.
Oh God! be still exalted high.
Thy praise, through heav'n & earth extend;
Let thy righthand, thy Dear defend,
And, still vouchsafe me thy replie.

For, as thy holy Voice declard,
With trivmphs, Shechem I have sharde;
And, I have measur'd Succoth Vale.
Mine, Gilead & Manasseth are,
My head, mount Ephraim high doth bear,
In Iudah, stands my judgment Stall.

Proud Moab is my drugding slave,
My foot in Edom, fixt I have;
And, Palestine doth ioye in me.
For, who to Edom was my guide?
Or, to the Citty fortifide?
But, God of whome despisd were wee.

Oh God! who didst our hoasts forsake,
From vs, our greefs, thus, alwaies take;
For, man's vaine succours wee contemn.
Through God, wee valiant Acts have done;
Our foes, by him, are overthrowne:
And, he shall sett his feet on them.