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

Make unto God a joyfull noyse;
Ye lands lift up your voyce.
Sing forth the honour of His Name,
Report His glorious fame.
Say unto God, how wond'rous are
The works Thou dost prepare!

115

To Thee, who in great pow'r do'st sit,
Shall all Thy foes submit.

With Songs, and adoration shall
The earth before Thee fall.
Come see His awfull works, and might,
Shew'n in His children's fight.
He turn'd the Sea into dry land,
Wher-on their foot did stand.
He rules in pow'r; His eye doth quell
The Nations that rebell.

O blesse our God, so justly fear'd;
And cause His praise be heard:
Who makes our soule in life abide,
Nor lets our feet to slide.
Thou us O God hast prou'd, & try'd,
Like silver purify'd:
Thou broughtest us into the snare;
Our loines afflicted are.

Thou wicked men hast suffered
To trample on our head;
We went through fire, and water past;
Yet sav'dst Thou us at last.
I will into thy Temple bring
A thankfull Offering.
The vow, my lips in trouble made,
Devoutly shall be paid.

116

I offer will burnt sacrifice,
Whilst clouds of Incense rise:
Rams, Goats, with Bullocks from the stall
Shall at Thy Altar fall.
O come, and heare my words declare
How large Gods favours are;
When with my mouth on Him I call'd,
And with my tongue extoll'd.

If wickednesse my heart regard,
I shall not then be heard.
But God enclined hath his eare,
My prayers voice to heare.
Let God for evermore be blest,
Who granted my request:
Who hath not turn'd away His face,
Nor held from me His grace.

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Psal. LXVI.