Psalm 138 (Confitebor tibi)

Ev'n before kings by thee as gods commended,
And angells all, by whom thou art attended,
In harty tunes I will thy honor tell.
The pallace where thy holiness doth dwell
Shall be the place, where falling downe before thee.
With reverence meete I prostrate will adore thee.

There will I sing how thou thy mercy sendest,
And to thy promise due performance lendest,
Whereby thy name above all names doth fly.
There will I sing, how when my carefull cry
Mounted to thee, my care was streight released,
My courage mightily by thee encreased.

Sure, Lord, all kings that understand the. story
Of thy contract with me, nought but thy glory
And meanes shall sing whereby that glory grew.
Whose highly seated eye yet well doth view
With humbled look the soule that lowly lieth,
And farr aloofe aspiring things espieth.

On ev'ry side, though tribulation greive me,
Yet shalt thou aid, yet shalt thou still relieve me,
From angry foe thy succor shall me save.
Thou Lord shalt finish what in hand I have,
Thou Lord, I say, whose mercy lasteth ever,
Thy work begun shall leave unended never.