A translation of the psalms of David :: :: University of Virginia Library

Hosanna! God be prais'd,
The song of thanks pursue;
Let ev'ry thought be rais'd,
And ev'ry note be new;
Let saints assembl'd in his fane
The chorus of applause sustain.

Let Jacob's heart be glad
In his Creator's name,
Ev'n him which made and clad
His soul in such a frame;
Let Zion's grateful sons be gay,
And bless his sempiternal sway.

Praise him, ye youthful pairs,
As ye the dance complete,
Which to the quick'ning airs
Has wing'd your active feet,
And strike the timbrel to the strings
Of him that plays the harp and sings.

Because there is increase
To God's eternal bliss
When men exult in peace
To such a tune as this,
And he shall in the spirit wait
On those, whose meekness makes them great.

Let those his holy saints
That have put off their earth,
Whom spite no more attaints,
Rejoice in glorious mirth,
And let their gladness be imprest
On those bright mansions, where they rest.

Let hymns, of praise compos'd
In mirth and mystic skill,
To God began and clos'd,
Their mouths with musick fill,
And as they modulate their psalms,
Their hands present triumphant palms.

To meditate the good
And glory of mankind,
That vice may be withstood,
And heathens well inclin'd;
That vengeance, violence, and guile
No more the human race defile.

To make their princes bow
To Christ's indulgent yoke,
And God's best name avow
As they their sins uncloak;
To bid their noblemen unite
With Christians in the Lord of light.

That war, and hate, and pride,
And ev'n the name of foe
May in that love subside
Which Christian champions show;
For thus the holy Gospel runs,
Such honour have his saints and sons.