Psalm 66 (Jubilate Deo)

All lands, the lymms of earthy round,
With triumph tunes Gods honor sound:
Sing of his name the praisefull glory,
And glorious make his praises story.
Tell God: O God, what frightfull wonder
Thy workes doe wittnes, whose great might,
Thy enimies so bringeth under,
Though frown in heart, they fawn in sight.

All earth, and ev'ry land therefore
Sing to this God, this God adore:
All earth, I say, and all earth dwellers,
Be of his worth the singing tellers.
O come behold, O note beholding
What dreadfull wonders from him flow:
More height, more weight, more force enfolding,
Then Adams earthy brood can show.

The sea up-dried by his hand,
Became a field of dusty sand:
Through Jordans streames we dry-shod waded
The joy whereof not yet is faded.
His throne of strength unmoved standeth:
His eie on ev'ry coast is cast:
The rebell who against him bandeth,
Of ruins cup shall quickly tast.

You folk his flock, come then employ
In lawding him your songes of joy:
On God, our God, your voices spending,
Still praying, praising, never ending.
For he our life hath us re-given,
Nor would he let our goings slide:
Though for our triall neerly driven,
Yea, silver like, in furnace tryde.

For God thou didst our feete innett,
And pinching saddles on us sett:
Nay (which is worse to be abidden),
Ev'n on our backs a man hath ridden.
Hee rode us through where fiers flashed;
Where swelling streames did rudely roare:
Yet scorched thus, yet we thus washed,
Were sett by thee on plenties shoare.

I therefore to thy house will go,
To pay and offer what I owe:
To pay my vowes, my Lippes then vowed,
When under grief my body bowed.
To offer whole burnt sacrifices,
The fatt of rams with sweete perfume:
Nay goates, nay bulls, of greater sizes,
And greater prises to consume.

O come all yee that God doe feare,
O come and lend attentive eare;
While by my tongue shall be expressed,
How blessed he my soule hath blessed.
I cried to him, my cry procured
My free dischardge from all my bandes:
His care had not my voice endured,
But that my heart unstained standes.

Now as my heart was innocent,
God heard the hearty sighes I spent:
What I to praiers recommended,
Was gratiously by him attended.
Praise, praise him then, for what is left me,
But praise to him: who what I praid,
Rejected not, nor hath bereft me
My hopefull helpe, his mercies aid?