THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM CXLIX

Praise ye the Lord; sing unto God, A new melodious Song; Shew forth the Honour of his Name, Assembled Saints among. Let Isr'el's Heart, with holy Joy, In him that made him, spring; And Sion's Sons their Triumph make, In their illustrious King. Let them the sounding Pipe employ, To praise his holy Name; The Harp, and Timbrel, join, and sing, And loud his Praise proclaim. The Lord takes Pleasure in his Saints, Whom Sinners treat with Scorn; With his Salvation, humble Souls, He'll gloriously adorn. Because such Glory he bestows, Let all his Saints rejoice; And thus secur'd, upon their Beds, In Singing, raise their Voice. Their Mouth be fill'd with the high Praise Of their almighty Lord; While their Right-hand does grasp, and wield, The 'vengefull Two-edg'd Sword, On Heathen just Revenge to take, And punish those design'd; To chain their Kings, and noble Peers In Iron Fetters bind. Judgment on them to execute, Which sacred Rolls record; This Honour all his Saints shall have. Sing Praises to the Lord.