Psalm 145

I'Le honour thee oh God my king,
And, laud thy Name for aye:
Ev'n to thy Name, I'le alway sing,
And praise thee ev'rie day.
For, thou art great, beyond all bounds,
And, great, thy praises are:
Through Ages all, thy glory sounds,
Thy wonders they declare.

I'le, also, shew thy royall state,
And thy rare works vnfolde;
That men thy wonders may relate,
When I thy powre have tolde:
That, they thy Righteousnes may show,
And, much, thy glorie minde;
For, thou to anger, Lord, art slowe,
Right gratious, meek, & kinde.

Thy goodnes, & thy mercies, be
In all thy works exprest;
Ev'n all thy works, Lord, honour thee,
And, thee, thy Saints have blest.
Thy kingdomes glory they will showe,
And, sing thy greatnes forth;
That, all mankinde thy powre may knowe,
And, see thy Kingdoms worth.

For, thou for evermore shalt raigne,
And, rule through Ages all.
The weak, oh Lord, thou wilt sustaine
And, lift vp those, that fall.
On God, all creatures sixe their eyes,
And, fedd, in season be;
For, all things living to suffice,
An open hand hath hee.

The Lord is just in all his waies;
His works, are sacred all.
Nigh them who call on him, he staies;
Nigh those, who truly call,
Their hopes, who fear him, he effects;
Ands, hears, & saves all those:
Ev'n those who love him, God protects;
But, sinners overthrowes.

Oh let my mouth due praise, therefore,
Vnto the Lord expresse;
And, let all flesh, for evermore,
His holy Name confesse.

Another of the same.
ADvance I will, thy Name, oh God my king;
For evermore, I will extoll the same.
Blesse thee, I will, oh Lord, & alway sing,
A davlie song of praises, to thy Name.
Consid'ring, that thy, Greatnesse, bound hath none
(And, how thine honor should as boundles be)
Declare I will, those wonders thou hast done;
That, men from age to age, may speak of thee.
Ev'n of thy Fame, & glories, I will treat,
And, shewe how rare, thy wondrous workings are:
For, when thy dreadfull Acts I shall repeat,
Then, other men their largnes will declare.
Great speach, of thy great goodnes, they shal make,
And, (singing of thy Iustice) they shalt showe,
How apt thou art: compassion still to take;
How prone to pitty; &, to wrath, how slowe.
In doeng good; to all, thou Lord, art free.
Thy Mercies are, vpon thy Creatures, all.
Kept glorious, by thy deeds, thy praises bee
And, therfor, all thy Saints, confesse thee shall.
Lord, of thy kingdome's glorie, they shall tell,
And (shewing ev'ry where, what powre, thou hast)
Make knowne how much thy mighty Acts excell;
And, with what state, thy royall Throne is plac't.
Not as a king that's only temporall;
For, endles & eternall is thy throne.
On thee, who e're depends, though he should fall,
Thou, Lord, wilt lift him vp, when he is down.
Plac'd are on thee, all creatures eyes, oh God!
And, thou dost give them food, in season, still.
Quite open, thou dost reach thy hand abrode,
Each living Creatures longing, to fulfill.
Right just, thou art, oh Lord, in all thy wayes;
And (as in all thy works thou holy art)
So, thou art near to ev'ry one that praies;
To all, that seek to thee, with honest hart.
To thē, that fear thy Name, their wish thou giv'st;
And, such as call vpon thee, thou wilt save.
Vngodly men, of safety thou depriv'st
But, all thy Lovers, thy protection have.
Wherefore, oh Lord to publish out thy fame,
In praisefull wise, my mouth shall still endeaver
Yea, & all flesh, shall blesse thy holy Name,
And praise the same, for ever, & for ever.