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

To God our strength lift up your voyce,
And make a joyfull noyse.
Let Timbrell, Psalme, the pleasant Lyre
With Psaltery conspire.
The Trumpet in the New Moone blow,
In solemne triumph goe:
Which God did as a Law ordaine
For Iacob to retaine.

This He to Ioseph did command
In the Egyptian land;
Where I a language hear'd unknow'n,
And understood by none.
His shoulder I from burthens eas'd,
From making bricks releas'd.
Thou didst on me in trouble call,
Who ransom'd thee from thrall.

In thunder from the breaking cloud
I answer'd thee alowd;
And at the waters where you strove
In Meribah did prove.

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Heare O my people! I will tell
To Thee O Israel:
No Heathen Gods shalt Thou adore,
Nor worship them before.

I am thy God, who freedome wrought,
And Thee from Egypt brought.
Thy mouth enlarg'd, and open'd wide,
By me shall be supply'd.
But they my precepts did neglect,
And Iacob Me reject:
So left I them to lusts unknow'n,
And counsells of their own.

O that my people would have hear'd,
And from my wayes not errd.
Their foes then had I soon subdu'd,
And with my hand pursu'd.
No place God's haters should secure;
But they should still endure.
I fed them had with finest wheat,
And hony, for their meat.

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Psal. LXXXI.