Psalm 118

THe Lord is good, him therfor blesse;
And, for his Grace that faileth never.
Let Isr'el also, now confesse,
His Mercy doth abide for ever.
Yea, let the house of Aron say,
His Mercies have no ending day.

Let all, who fear him, publish out,
His Mercies that eternal be:
For, when at need, his healp I sought,
Hee, heard my plaint, & sett me free:
And, since the Lord, is thus mine Aide
Of man, I cannot be afraid.

My helpers. God's assistance have;
And, I perceave it on my Foes.
More safe it is God's help to crave,
Then on man's healping to repose,
Yea, faith in God, more safety brings,
Then to rely on mighty kings.

All nations, seige to mee did lay,
But, in Gods Name, I them destroyd;
They me beleaguer'd ev'ry way,
But, in Gods Name, I them destroy'd.
As Bees, they compast me about,
Like fire in thornes, soone in, soone out,

I soone destroy'd them in Gods Name,
For, when they sought to do, me wrong,
The Lord, my gratious ayde became,
My strength, my health, my ioyfull song.
And, in his house, the Iust may sing,
What God's right-hand to passe did bring.

For, God's right-hand is lifted high,
Greats things the Lords right-hand hath wrought;
And, from the Grave escap'd am I
To tell, what God to passe hath brought,
For, though he sore afflicted me,
Yet, he from death did sett me free.

Of Righteousnes vnclose the gate,
That, I God's praises may expresse:
This Gate is God's; yea, this is that,
By which the Righteous have accesse.
And, him I'le praise; for it is hee,
That heares, & healps, & saveth me.

That's now the cheefest Corner-stone,
Which once the builders did despise;
It was the work of God, alone,
And, seemeth wondrous in our eyes.
This is the day the Lord hath made;
Come, let vs all, therein be glad.

Save Lord; oh save vs, Lord, wee pray;
Blesse him, that commeth in thy Name.
That, from his house God blesse vs may,
We pray, & much desire the same.
For, God's the Lord, by whome our fight
Obtaines the Vision of his Light.

With Cords the Sacrifices binde;
Them, to the Aulters Corners, tye.
Thou art my God, whose praise I'le minde;
My God, whome I will glorify.
Oh! praise the Lord. for, great is he,
And, without end his Mercies be.