Psalm 138

WIth all my hart, I'le sing abrode thy fame,
And praise thee, where the Gods assēbled are;
Ev'n in thy house, I'le magnifie thy Name,
And, for thy Truth, & Love, thy praise declare:
For, thou thy Name, & word, o're all, dost rear,

When I did call, thou mad'st replie to mee,
And, strength vnto my soul, thou didst afford,
All Kings of earth, shall, therfor honour thee,
As soone (oh God) as they have heard thy word;
And, sing thy praise, in thine own Paths, oh Lord.

For, thou art great, & thou oh Lord, art high,
Yet, hast regard of humble men, belowe.
Thou vew'st the proude, but, with a sleighting eye.
Therefore, altho through many greefs I goe,
I certaine am, thou comforts wilt bestowe.

Thy righthand Lord; shall my salvation bee,
My foes feirce rage, thy stretcht-out hād shal stay.
Thou shalt performe all things concerning mee.
Thy mercies, Lord, abide the same, for aye;
Reiect not then, thy handy-work, I pray.