Psalm 111 (Confitebor tibi)

At home, abroad, most willingly I will
Bestow on God my praises uttmost skill:
Chaunting his workes, workes of unmatched might,
Deem'd so by them, who in their search delight.
Endlesse the honor to his powre pertaines:
From end as farre his justice eke remaines.
Gratious and good, and working wonders soe,
His wonders never can forgotten goe.
In hungry waste he fedd his faithfull crue,
Keeping his league, and still in promise true.
Lastly, his strength he caus'd them understand,
Making them lords of all the heathens land.
Now what could more each promise, doome, decree,
Of him confirme sure, just, unmov'd to be!
Preserv'd his folk, his league eternall framd,
Quake then with feare when holy he is nam'd.
Reverence of him is perfect wisdoms well:
Stand in his lawe, so understand you well.
The praise of him (though wicked hartes repine)
Unbounded bides, noe time can it define.