Psalm 150 (Laudate Dominum)

O laud the Lord, the God of hosts commend,
Exault his pow'r, advaunce his holynesse,
With all your might lift his allmightinesse:
Your greatest praise upon his greatness spend.
Make trumpetts noise in shrillest notes ascend,
Make lute and lyre his loved fame expresse,
Him lett the pipe, him lett the tabret blesse,
Him organs breath, that windes or waters lend.

Lett ringing timbrells soe his honor sound,
Lett sounding cymballs soe his glory ring,
That in their tunes such mellody be found,
As fitts the pompe of most triumphant king.
Conclude by all that aire or life enfold,
Lett high Jehova highly be extold.