English poem
PSAL. CXLV. Davids Hymn or Song of Praise
by Anonymous
My God O King, I'le thee extol, and bless thy Name for aye. For ever will I praise thy Name and bless thee every day. Great is the Lord most worthy praise his greatness search can none. Age unto age shall praise thy works, and thy great acts make known.
Thy Glory, Honour, Majesty, of them discourse will I, And of the admirable works by thee done wondrously. Also men of thy mighty works, shall speak which dreadful are; And I thy great Magnificence, will openly declare.
The mem'ry of thy goodness great they largely shall express; And they shall with a thankful voice sing of thy righteousness. Jehovah he is gracious, and merciful is he: Slow unto anger; and he is great in benignity.
The Lord is good to all: on all his works his tenderness. Thee all thy works shall praise O Lord and thee thy Saints shall bless. They'l of thy kingdoms glory speak, and talk of thy pow'r high. To make mens sons his great acts know and kingdoms majesty.
Thy kingdom is a kingdom aye, and thy reign lasts always. The Lord doth hold up all that fall, and all down bow'd ones raise. All eyes wait on thee, and their meat thou dost in season bring. Thy open hand fills the desire of every living thing.
The Lord is just in all his ways, and holy in's works all. He's near to all that call on him, in truth that on him call. He of them all that do him fear, will their desire fulfil: And he will hearken to their cry, them likewise save he will.
The Lord preserveth all of them of him that lovers be. But whosoever wicked are, destroy them quite will he. My mouth the praises of the Lord. discoursing shall express: And let all flesh his holy Name for ay and ever bless.