The Psalmes of David, from the New Translation of the Bible Turned into Meter ::

Let Israel their voices joyne;
Let those who come from Aarons loyne,
Let all who feare the Lord confesse
His mercies everlastingnesse.
I call'd upon Him, when distrest;
Who me enlarged, and releast.

The Lord Himselfe is on my side;
I fearlesse mans attempts abide.
He takes their part who succour me:
I shall my haters ruin'd see.
'Tis bettet in the Lord to trust,
Than leane on man, who is but dust:
Better rely on His defense,
Then put in Princes confidence.

All Nations me encompass'd round;
But His great Name shall them confound:
They closely set against me came,
But I destroy'd them in His Name.
Like bees they thick about me swarm'd,
Yet through His Name I was unharm'd:
As kindled Thorns, which blazing dy,
They quenched in their ashes ly.

Though pressing foes my fall assay'd,
The Lord Himself became may aid:
God is my health, my strength, my song,
Lowd joyes the Righteous are among.

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For God's Right hand's lift up on high,
His Right hand acts most valiantly.
I shall not dy, but live to praise,
And speake His wonders all my daies.

Although the Lord me chast'ned sore,
He unto death not gave me ore.
Open His sacred Gates, that I
With praise the Lord may glorify.
This is the Gate, through which the just
And righteous Persons enter must.
Thee wil I thank, who heard'st my voice,
And mak'st me in Thy help rejoyce.

That stone the builders from them lay'd,
The Head is of the Corner made.
This is Gods act; which in our eyes
Religious wonder multiplies:
This is the day the Lord hath made,
We will rejoyce, in it be glad.
Save now, and prosper we intreat,
O Lord! who art as good, as great.

He blessed be, comes in His Name;
We blessings from God's house proclaime.
God is the Lord, whose light hath shin'd;
Pure Off'rings to His Altar bind.
Thou art my God, I Thee will praise,
And in my Song Thine honour raise.

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O thank the goodnesse of our God,
Whose mercy knowes no period.

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Psal. CXVIII.