PSALM CXIII. 2d Meetre

Praise ye the Lord; his Servants, praise, His sacred Name adore. Oh! blessed be Iehovah's Name, Both now, and evermore. From the Sun's Rising, to it's Fall, The Lord's Name's to be prais'd. The Lord all Nations rules, above The Heav'ns his Glory's rais'd. Who's like the Lord, our God, who sits Enthron'd above the Sky? He condescends, on Things in Heav'n, And Earth, to cast his Eye. The Poor he raiseth from the Dust. From Dunghills Needy brings: Ranks them with Princes, o'er his Tribes, Seats them on Thrones of Kings. The Barren he confines at Home, Her Offspring to afford A joyful Mother's tender Care. Sing Praises to the Lord.