University of Virginia Library

Psalm 111.

[My hart dooth heavĕnli heat enflame]

Allelv-ia.

My hart dooth heavĕnli heat enflame,
To sound high praise to glorious name:
Th'alglorious Lord, midst rightĕous press,
In sacred senate shall I bless.
Great are Gods woorks; and bless their sight
Whose mynds in knowelege high delight:
His gracious hand all good hath formd,
All beautĕous, all with grace adornd.
Ovĕr all Gods Iustice glorious raigns:
Which rightĕous ay, unswaid remains.
HIS acts which wondring Fathers saw,
So live, enrold, as guiding law;
That ages all with ioy recount
Those graces, thoughts which all surmount.
Hee gracious Lord, with merci fraught,
His race elect, from thraldom brought,
In desert bare, in hungers raign,
With food celestiăl did sustain.
Hee, who his covenant still remynds,
Where righteŏus fear, true faith he fynds;
To Israĕl deer his powĕr expresd,
Which them of Hethens land possesd.
THUS all his woorks are trueth and right;
Prints of his hand, sparks of his light:
His sacred precepts faithful all;
And dying man to life recall:
Unchanging rule; unerring guid:
So Lord and Law stil same abide.
For when he first redemption sent,
And feet late thrald at freedom went:
He law, he leaug with them ordaind,
Eternal bothe from heăven proclaimd.
That man should awful thereto frame:
Sith holi and dreadful lives his name,
PRIME entrance unto wisdom true,
Gods greatnes is to fear. O you,
Sole you right understandings bless,
Who tremble his mandates to transgress.
Adore him then; whose praises pure,
As sun, illustrous ay endure.