Psalm 108 (Paratum cor meum)

To sing and play my hart is bent,
Is bent God's name to solemnize,
Thy service O my tongue, present:
Arise my lute, my harp arise.
My self will up with dawning skies,
And so in song report thy praise,
No eare but shall conceave my laies
As farre as earth extended lies.

For, Lord, the heav'ns how ever high,
Are lower farre then thy sweete grace:
Thy truth on stedfast wings doth fly,
Aspiring up to cloudy space.
O then thy self in highest place
Above the heav'ns, Jehova, show:
And thence on all this earth below
Display the sunn-beames of thy face,

To sett thy dearly loved free,
To helpe and heare me when I pray.
Hark, hark, so shall, so shall it be,
Him self doth from his temple say.
Then make we heere a merry stay,
And let me part out Sichems fields:
The land that Succothes valley yields,
By pearch and pole divided lay.

Myne Gilead is, Manasses mine:
Ephraims armes shall guard the king:
By law shall Juda right define,
While I my shoe at Edom fling.
Thee, Moab, I will humbled bring
To wash my feete in servile place:
Thou Palestine, my late disgrace,
Triumphed, shalt my triumph sing.

But who shall cause us Edom take,
And enter Edoms strongest towne;
Who but thou, God, us'd to forsake
Our troopes, and at our sutes to frowne?
Then help us ere distrest we drowne:
Who trusts in man doth vainly trust.
In only God prevaile we must,
He, he, shall tread our haters downe.