Psalm 135 (Laudate nomen)

O praise the name whereby the Lord is known,
Praise him I say you that his servants be:
You whose attendance in his howse is shown,
And in the courtes before his howse we see,
Praise God, right tearmed God, for good is he:
O sweetly sing
Unto his name the sweetest, sweetest thing.

For of his goodnes Jacob hath he chose,
Chose Israel his own domain to be.
My tongue shall speake, for well my conscience knowes,
Greate is our God, above all gods is he.
Each branch of whose inviolate decree
Both heav'ns doe keepe,
And earth, and sea, and seas unbounded deepe.

From whose extreames drawne up by his command
In flaky mists, the reaking vapors rise:
Then high in cloudes incorporate they stand:
Last out of cloudes raine flowes, and lightning flies.
No lesse a treasure in his storehouse lies
Of breathing blasts,
Which oft drawn foorth in wind his pleasure wasts.

He from best man to most despised beast
Egipts first borne in one night overthrew:
And yet not so his dreadfull showes he ceas'd,
But did them still in Egipts mid'st renew:
Not only meaner men had cause to rue,
But ev'n the best
Of Pharaos court, the king among the rest.

He many nations, mighty kings destroi'd:
Sehon for one, who rul'd the Amorites,
And huge-lim'd Og, who Basans crown enjoy 'd,
Yea all the kingdoms of the Cananites,
Whose heritage he gave the Isralites,
His chosen train,
Their heritage for ever to remain.

Therefore O Lord, thy name is famous still,
The memory thy ancient wonders got,
Tyme well to world his message may fulfill,
And back retorne to thee, yet never blot
Out of our thoughts: for how should be forgot
The Lord that so
Forgives his servant, plagues his servants foe?

What difference, what unproportion'd odds
To thee, these idolls gold and silver beare?
Which men have made, yet men have made their gods.
Who though mouth, eye, and eare, and nose they weare,
Yet neither speake, nor looke, nor smell, nor heare.
O idolls right
Who idolls make, or idolls make your might.

But you that are of Israelis descent,
O praise the Lord: you that of Aron came
O praise the Lord: you Levies howse, assent
To praise the Lord: you all his fearers frame
Your highest praise to praise Jehovas name.
His praises still
Salem resound, resound O Sion hill.