English poem
Psal. CXIII
by Anonymous
Praise O ye servants of the Lord, Jehovahs Name, O praise. O blessed be Jehovahs Name from henceforth and always. From rising to the setting Sun the Lords Name's to be prais'd. The Lord all nations is above, o're heav'ns his glory's rais'd.
Who to the Lord our God is like, who dwelleth upon high? Who all that is in heav'n and earth bows down himself to spy. The needy from the dust he lists, the poor lists from the dung: 8 That he with Princes may him set, his peoples peers among.
The barren woman house to keep he maketh; and to be A joyful mother children to: therefore the Lord praise ye.