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¶ Judeth's Song of Thanksgiving.
WIth Timbrels and with Cymbals raise
A tune, wherewith our God to praise:
Divinity, afford me Balm
For sins, and skill to sing a Psalm
Of praise to God did Heaven frame.
Exalt him, call upon his Name:
He breaks the Battels of the strong,
And I that was the Camps among
Of proud King Assur, even then
When Israel seem'd a Prey to men,
Then did the Lord direct my ways;
I came from thence to sing his praise.
Out of the Mountains from the North
The Enemy came thundring forth.
Their strength did threaten dismal ills,
Their numbers covered the hills;
He brag'd he would my Borders burn,
And make Jerusalem an Urn;
And kill my young men with the Sword,
Dash Infants brains against the board,
And make my Virgins prove their spoil;
But God prevented hath their toyl:
A Female hand
By his command
Hath conquer'd the Assyrian Land.
Our mighty foe, he did not fight,
Nor did the Sons of Titans smite:
Neither did Giants force his care,
But Beauty was his only snare.
The daughter of Merari went
With resolution to the tent
Of Holofernes, drank him dead,
And safely brought away his head.
Thus, Lord, I ventur'd to commit
Two sins, and sacrifice my Wit.