Psalm 111

WIth all my hart, God's praise I'le sing,
Where saints assembled are.
For, they, God's works to minde will bring,
Who, love to them doe bear.
Most famous deeds, the Lord hath done,
His Iustice, hath no ends:
His works are worthy to be knowne,
His bounty, farr extends.

All them that feare his Name, he feeds;
His League he thinks vpon;
And, for his folke, by wondrous deeds,
The Gentiles Realmes he wonn.
His hands, have Truth & Iustice, wrought;
His precepts, all, are sure;
With Truth & Iudgment, fully fraught,
For ever to endure.

God sent, and hath his Flock redeemd;
His Leagues eternall are:
His Name is rev'rently esteem'd;
And, full of holy-feare.
The feare of God, is Wisdome's gate;
And, therefore wise is he,
Who seekes to enter in thereat:
His praises, endles be.

Another of the same.
AL praise to God, my hart now render shall.
Before the Iust; of him I'le mention make,
Confessing that his wond'rous Actions, all,
Deserve that wee should pleasure in them take.
Exceeding great, his glorious deeds appear,
From age to Age, his Iustice doth extend;
Growne famous, all his glorious workings are,
His Bounties, & his Mercies have no end.
In feeding such as feare him, he is free;
Kept firme, his promise is, from age to age.
Long since, that so, his Folk his powr might see,
Made were, the Gentiles lands their heritage.
Nor Truth nor Iustice passe, but from his hand.
Of all his lawes, the firme fullfillings, be,
Provided soe; that, they shall ever stand
Quit, from all wrongs, & from all falshoods, free
Redeemer of his people, he became.
So firme a League likewise, he did ordaine,
That, he hath fixt, & fortifide the same,
Vnchangably, for ever to remaine.
With holines & feare, he clothes his Name:
Yea, Wisdome's first foundation is his fear.
Right wise are they, that well observe the same:
And such, from Age to age, commended are.