THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM CVI

Praise ye the Lord, give Thanks to him He's good; his Mercy ne'er decays. Who can his mighty Acts declare? Or who can shew forth all his Praise? Blessed are they that keep his Laws; And always do the Thing that's right. Think on me Lord, and Favour me, As one in whom thou dost delight. With thy Salvation visit me, To see thy Chosen's good Advance; That I thy Nations Joy may share, Glory with thine Inheritance. We, from our Fathers Days, have err'd, And, like them, from thy Paths have gone; Our Deeds have been perversly wrong, Against thee impiously we've done. Thy Wonders, they in Egypt saw, Our Fathers did not understand; Thy many Mercies they forgot, Provok'd Thee, at the Red Sea's strand. Yet them he sav'd, for his Name's sake; The Fame of's mighty Pow'r to spread. He check'd the Sea, and up it dry'd; And them, thro' Deeps, as Plains, he led. So, from the Malice of their Foes, Who close pursu'd, he them did save; And from their En'mies 'vengeful Arm, To them compleat Redemption gave. But o'er their Foes the Waters rowl'd; Not one of them escap'd alive. Then they, a while, believ'd his Word, And Praise, in Songs, to him did give.