Psalm 113 (Laudate, pueri)

O you that serve the Lord,
To praise his name accord:
Jehova now and ever
Commending, ending never,
Whom all this earth resoundes,
From East to Westerne boundes.

He monarch raignes on high:
His glory treades the sky.
Like him, who can be counted,
That dwells soe highly mounted?
Yet stooping low beholds
What heav'n and earth enfolds.

From dust the needy soule,
The wretch from miry hole
He lifts: yea kings he makes them,
Yea kings his people takes them,
He gives the barren wife
A fruitful! mothers life.