The Psalmes of David, from the new translation of the Bible turned into meter: to be sung after the old tunes used in the churches.

PSAL. CXLVII.

[verse 1] PRaise ye the Lord: a pleasant thing It is, His praise to sing. [verse 2] God ruin'd Salem doth repaire: Whose out-casts gather'd are.

[verse 3] He heales and binds the broken heart, Relieves the wounded's smart: [verse 4] The sparkling Starres He numbers all, And by their names doth call.

[verse 5] Great is our Lord, and strong His might, His Wisdome infinite: [verse 6] He doth the meek exalt, and crowne; But cast's the wicked downe.

[verse 7] To God the Lord, so good, so great, Your thankfull hymnes repeat; And to the Harpes melodious string His constant praises sing.

[verse 8] Who heavens face with vapour shrowds, And covers it with clouds: Who powres his raine on earth below, And makes the Mountaines grow.

[verse 9] He gives his food unto the beast; And, from their airy nest When the young ravens to Him cry, Feeds Them abundantly.

[verse 10] He not delights in strength of horse, Nor values humane force: [verse 11] But those who make His feare their scope, And in His mercy hope.

[verse 12] Ierusalem O praise the Lord; Sion, Thy God record: [verse 13] Who barres thy gates, to give thee rest, And hath thy children blest.

[verse 14] He maketh in thy borders peace; Fills thee with cornes increase. [verse 15] His wing'd commands most swiftly run, And, soon as said, are done.

[verse 16] He giveth, like the wooll, his snowes, Hoare frost like ashes strowes: [verse 17] Casts forth his Ice, like morsells roll'd. Who can withstand His cold?

[verse 18] He sendeth out His word, and Law, Which melts them to a thaw: He causeth His strong wind to blow, And makes the waters flow.

[verse 19] His word He doth to Iacob shew, Makes him His judgment know. And to his chosen Israel He doth His Statutes tell.

[verse 20] He with no Nation so did deale, Nor thus His Love reveale; Who nor His judgments knew, nor word: Therefore, Praise ye the Lord.