THE TRANSLATION OF THE CXLIXin PSALM. 



O SING a new song to our God above., 



Avoid prophane ones, tis for holy quire : 

 Let Israel sing songs of holy love 



To him that made them, with their hearts on fire 

 Let Sion s sons lift up their voice and sing 

 Carols and anthems to their heav nly King. 



Let not your voice alone his praise forth tell, 



But- move withal, and praise him in the dance ; 

 Cymbals and harps let them be tuned well, 

 Tis he that doth the poor s estate advance : 

 Do this not only on the solemn days, 

 But on your secret beds your spirits raise. 



O let the saints bear in their mouth his praise, 



And a two-edged sword drawn in their hand, 

 Therewith for to revenge the former days 

 Upon all nations that their zeal withstand ; 

 To bind their kings in chains of iron strong, 

 And manacle their nobles for their wrong. 



Expect the time, for tis decreed in heav n, 

 Such honour shall unto his saints be giv n. 



