Praise God. The Lord praise, O my soul.

I'll praise God while I live;

While I have being to my God

in songs I'll praises give.

Trust not in princes, nor man's son,

in whom there is no stay:

His breath departs, to's earth he turns;

that day his thoughts decay.

O happy is that man and blest,

whom Jacob's God doth aid;

Whose hope upon the Lord doth rest,

and on his God is stay'd:

Who made the earth and heavens high,

who made the swelling deep,

And all that is within the same;

who truth doth ever keep:

Who righteous judgment executes

for those oppress'd that be,

Who to the hungry giveth food;

God sets the pris'ners free.

The Lord doth give the blind their sight,

the bowed down doth raise:

The Lord doth dearly love all those

that walk in upright ways.

The stranger's shield, the widow's stay,

the orphan's help, is he:

But yet by him the wicked's way

turn'd upside down shall be.

The Lord shall reign for evermore:

thy God, O Sion, he

Reigns to all generations.

Praise to the Lord give ye.