The Song of Hannah (1. Sam. 2.1)

Now in the LORD my heart doth pleasure take:
My horne is in the LORD aduanced high.
And to my Foes an answere I will make;
Because in his saluation ioy'd am I.
Like him, there is not any holy-One:
And other LORD beside him, there is none:

Nor like our God another God is there.
So proudly vaunt not then, as heretofore;
But, let your tongues from henceforth now forbeare.
All vaine presuming words, for euermore.
For why? the LORD is God who all things knows,
And doth each purpose to his end dispose.

Now broken is their bow, that once were stout:
And girt with vigor they that stumbled are.
The Full, themselues for bread haue hired out:
Which now they need not do, that hungry were.
The Barren-wombe, doth seuen children owne:
And she, that once had many, weake is growne.

The LORD doth slay; and he reuiues the slaine.
He to the graue doth bring; and backe he beares.
The LORD makes poore; and rich he makes againe.
He throweth downe: and vp on high he reares.
He from the dust, and from the dunghill brings
The Begger, and the poore, to sit with Kings.

He reares them to inherit Glories throne.
For why? the LORD'S the Earth's vpholders are:
The world hath he erected therevpon.
He to the footing of his Saints hath care.
But, dumb in darknesse, Sinners shall remaine:
For in their strength, shall men be strong in vain.

The LORD will to destruction bring them all,
(Eu'n eu'ry one) that shall with him contend.
From out of heau'n he thunder on them shall,
And iudge the world vnto the farthest end.
With strength & power, his King he will supply,
And raise the Horne of his Anointed, high.