Psalm 146

MY soul, praise thou the Lord;
(As long as thou hast breath)
In song his praise record,
And, honour him till death.
No credit place
In earthlie kings, or such vaine things
As humane race.

Breath failes, & dust they be;
One day, their pompe destroies:
Right blest therefore, is hee
That Iacob's God enioyes;
And hopes in him,
Who framed these, heav'n, earth, & seas,
And all in them.

For, God is faithfull, still,
Men wrong'd, assist will hee,
The hungry he doth fill,
And, setts the pris'ner free.
He, Sight bestowes,
Loves men vpright, & maketh streight
What crooked growes.

The stranger he receives,
To Orphanes, help imparts:
The widdowe he releives,
And Sinners paths subvarts.
The Lord, therefore,
Oh Syon, shall be king of all
For evermore. Haleluiah.