Psalm 145 (Exaltabo te)

My God, my king, to lift thy praise
And thank thy most thank-worthy name
I will not end, but all my daies
Will spend in seeking how to frame
Recordes of thy deserved fame,
Whose praise, past-praise, whose greatness such,
The greatest search can never touch.

Not in one age thy works shall dye,
But elder eft to younger tell
Thy praisefull powre: among them I
Thy excellencies all excell
Will muse and marke: my thoughts shall dwell
Upon the wonders wrought by thee,
Which wrought beyond all wonder be.

Both they and I will tell and sing
How forcefull thou, and fearefull art:
Yea both will willing wittnes bring-.
And unto comming tymes impart
Thy greatness, goodness, just desert:
That all who are, or are to be,
This hymne with joy shall sing to thee.

Jehova doth with mildnes flow,
And full of mercy standeth he:
Greate doubt if he to wrath more slow,
Or unto pardon prompter be,
For nought is from his bounty free:
His mercies do on all things fall
That he hath made, and he made all.

Thus Lord, all creatures thou hast wrought,
Though dombe, shall their Creator sound:
But who can utt'rance add to thought?
They most whom speciall bonds have bound,
(For best they can, who best have found)
Shall blaze thy strength, and glad relate
Thy more then glorious kingdoms state.

That all may know the state, the strength
Thy more then glorious kingdom showes:
Which longest tyme to tymelesse length
Leaves undefin'd: nor ages close
As age to age succeeding growes,
Can with unstedfast change procure,
But still it must, and stedfast dure.

Thou dost the faint from falling stay,
Nay, more, the falne againe dost raise:
On thee their lookes all creatures lay,
Whose hunger in due tyme allaies
Thy hand: which when thy will displaies.
Then all that on the aire do feede
Receave besides what food they neede.

Each way, each working of thy hand
Declare thou art both just and kind,
And nigh to all dost alway stand:
Who thee invoke, invoke with mynd,
Not only mouth: O they shall fiynd
He will his hearers wish fulfill,
Attend their cry, and cure their ill.

He will his lovers all preserve,
He will the wicked all destroy,
To praise him then as these deserve,
O thou my mouth thy might employ:
Nay all that breath recorde with joy
His sacred names eternall praise,
While race you runne of breathing daies.