Psalm 72

THe King oh God! with judgment blesse,
And, give thy Iustice to his Sonn;
That, to thy people, in destresse,
With judgment, Iustice may be done.
Then, Truth & Iustice florish will,
On ev'rie great & litle hill.

Then, poorest men shall be secure,
For, he will all Oppressors tear;
And, whilst the sunn & Moone endure
From age to age, they, him shall fear.
On Earth, like dropps descend he shall;
Like those, which on the Fleece did fall.

The Iust, shall whilst he rules have peace,
So long as doth the moone remaine:
He from the River to the seas,
(And quite throughout the world) shal raigne,
The salvages, adore him shall,
And all his foes, before him fall.

Arabia's prince, & Saba's Kinge,
The Lords of Seas, & Ilands to,
Shal guifts to him, with homage, bring;
So shall all Kings, & people doe.
For, when they crie, he setteth free,
The pore & meek, that helples be.

The pore & humble he respects,
He saves their soules that healples are:
From fraud & force, he them protects;
For, in his eye, their bloud is dear.
To him, they Sheba's gold shall give;
And, he shall prais'd, & prayd for, live.

His Corne, shall from a handfull, growe
To cover all the mountaines topps;
Like Libanon, his fruit shall showe,
And fill the Citties with his cropps.
His Fame through Ages, all shall runn,
As everlasting as thee sunn.

In him, the Nations all abrode,
Shall blessed be, & praise him to;
Oh praise the Lord! ev'n Isr'els God,
For, he alone cann wonders do.
Still, blessed be his glorious Name,
And, earth still filled, with his Flame. Amē. Amē,