Prison-Pietie or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London |
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Praises to God. |
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Praises to God.
Psal. 65. 1.
Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion.
Praise the most high, Oh clap your hands!
Praise him, for he the world commands.
Praise him, Mount Zion, Praises sing,
Praise him that is your Cities King.
Praise him with loud and silent Air,
Praise ye the Lord that heareth Pray'r.
Praise him makes Morning hear his voice,
Praise him makes Evening to rejoyce.
Praise him that doth prepare our Corn,
Praise him, all ye that are forlorn.
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Praise him for Fruits, Herbs, Flow'rs, and Grain.
Praise him for his refreshing showers,
Praise him for recreating Bowers.
Praise him that doth our Pastures fill,
Praise and rejoyce, each little Hill.
Praise him, ye Birds, and ev'ry Tree,
Praise him that did divide the Sea.
Praise him for Waters from the Fount,
Praise him for Grass grows on the Mount.
Praise him that gives and nothing ows,
Praise him with Sacrifice and Vows.
Praise him that form'd us in the Womb,
Praise him that guides us to our Tomb.
Praise him that makes us blest in Heaven,
Praise him from whom all Food is given.
Praise him, his holy Name adore,
Praise him, O praise him more and more.
Praise God, the Father of the just,
Praise him doth raise the Poor from dust.
Praise him that makes the barren bear,
Praise him with duty, love, and fear.
Praise ye the Lord for dayly Food,
Praise ye his Name, for it is good.
Praise him who gives success in Wars,
Praise him who numbereth the Stars.
Praise him that builds Jerusalem,
Praise him whose Word is more than Jem.
Praise him that lifteth up the Meek,
Praise him that doth support the Weak.
Praise him who doth the Ravens feed,
Praise him, our meetly help at need.
Praise him doth cause his Winds to blow,
Praise him that makes the Waters flow.
Praise him in his Angelick Coasts,
Praise him, all ye his mighty Hosts.
Praise ye his Name, both Sun and Moon,
Praise him, ye Lights that shine at noon.
Praise him, ye Heavens never fade,
Praise him, for ye by him were made.
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Praise him, ye Deeps, his wonders tell.
Praise him, Fire, Hail, Vapour and Snow,
Praise him, ye stormy Winds that blow.
Praise him, ye Cedars, Beasts o'th' field,
Praise him all things can Praises yield.
Praise him, ye Kings of highest birth,
Praise him, ye Judges of the Earth.
Praise him, ye Rulers whom he rais'd,
Praise, for he's greatly to be prais'd.
Praise ye the Lord, both great and small,
Praise him that did create us all.
Praise him within his holy Tower,
Praise him for his Almighty Power.
Praise him for what he to us gave,
Praise Jesus Christ that did us save.
Praise ye the Holy Spirit too,
Praise each with all Devotions due.
Praise all, strive who shall praise the most,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Praise each with pious Harmony,
Praise ye the blessed Trinity.
Praise ye the Lord with Trumpets sound,
Praise him that heal'd us with his wound.
Praise him with Harps loud Melody,
Praise him with Song and Psaltery.
Praise him with Timbrel, let the Flute
Praise him, with Organ, Pipe, and Lute.
Praise him with instrumental String,
Praise him with Cymbals, loudly sing.
Praise him with joy, and skilful voice,
Praise with new Songs, the chief and choice.
Praise him that is our Guide, our Light,
Praise him, because his Word is right.
Praise him whose works are done in truth,
Praise him that no injustice doth.
Praise him all people, great and less,
Praise him that loveth Righteousness.
Praise him whose Goodness fills the Earth,
Praise him with Zeal and pious Mirth.
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Praise him that gives us power to praise.
Praise him whose Word the Heavens made,
Praise him whose breath requir'd no aid.
Praise him that doth the Wind command,
Praise him that makes the Waters stand.
Praise him whom Sun and Moon obey,
Praise him doth Heaven's Scepter sway.
Praise him that doth the Heathen awe,
Praise him whose ev'ry Word's a Law.
Praise him who doth from Heav'n behold,
Praise him, ye Rich, Poor, Young, and Old.
Praise him that fashions all our hearts,
Praise him alone doth heal our smarts.
Praise him that is the King of kings,
Praise him in grief that comfort brings.
Praise him that governs Sea and Coasts,
Praise him that is the Lord of Hosts.
Praise him who can the Lion tame,
Praise him that Mighty is by Name.
Praise him that guards us day and night,
Praise him the God of Peace and Fight.
Praise him that makes the stoutest yield,
Praise him that is our Help and Shield.
Praise him with both thy heart and mouth,
Praise him in Age, in Strength, and Youth.
Praise him who are with sorrows sad,
Praise, that the humble may be glad.
Oh let the Nations all accord
To praise and magnifie the Lord.
Amen, Amen.
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