Psalm 29 (Afferte Domino)

Ascribe unto the Lord of light,
Ye men of pow'r, ev'n by birth right,
Ascribe all glory and all might.

Ascribe due glory to his name;
And in his ever glorious frame
Of sanctuary doe the same.

His voice is on the waters found,
His voice doth threatning thunders sound,
Yea, through the waters doth resound.

The voice of that Lord ruling us
Is strong, though hee be gratious,
And ever, ever glorious.

By voice of high Iehoua we
The highest cedars broken see,
Ev'n cedars which on Liban be.

Nay, like yong calves in leapes are born,
And Liban self with natures skorn:
And Shirion, like young unicorn.

His voice doth flashing flames devide;
His voice have trembling desertes tride;
Ev'n deserts, where the Arabs bide.

His voice makes bindes their calves to cast:
His voice makes bald the forrest wast:
But in his church his fame is plast.

He sitts on seas, he endlesse raignes,
His strength his peoples strength maintaines,
Which blest by him in peace remaines.