Psalm 112 (Beatus vir)

O in how blessed state he standeth,
Who soe Jehova feareth,
That in the things the Lord commandeth
His most delight appeareth!

The branches from that body springing
On the earth shall freshly flourish:
Their pedigree from good men bringing
The Lord with blisse will nourish.

The happy house wherein he dwelleth
Well stored shall persever:
The treasures justly got he telleth,
Shall bide his owne for ever.

For he when woe them over-cloudeth
The darkned hartes enlighteth:
His mildness them and mercy shrowdeth,
His justice for them fighteth.

He is both good, and goodness loveth,
Most liberall and lending:
All business wherein he moveth
With sound advice attending.

He, firmly propt, for ever falling,
His name exempt from dying:
Can heare ill newes without appalling,
His hart on God relying.

His hart (I say), which strongly staid,
Is free from feare preserved:
Till on his foes he view displaid
The plagues by them deserved.

He gives where needs, nay rather straweth,
His justice never ending:
Soe honors hand, him higher draweth
With glad applause ascending.

Of good I meane: for wicked wretches
Shall seeing fume, and fuming
Consume to nought, their fruitless fetches
To nought with them consuming.