My soul her song shall raise

Verse 1

My Soul her Song shall raise, The LORD of Host to praise, For whilst I my Breath enjoy, This Tribute I will bring, And daily Praises sing, In triumphant Songs of Joy.

Verse 2

On Princes ne'er depend, For they cannot defend, Nor in Danger Help supply; Depriv'd of Breath, they must Return again to Dust, And with them their Thoughts shall die.

Verse 3

How highly bless'd are they, Who with Devotion pray, Unto Jacob's GOD for Aid; He form'd the Heav'n and Earth, And to the Sea gave Birth, Nor forgets his Promise made.

Verse 4

When Men the Poor oppress, He doth their Wrongs redress, And the Hungry he doth feed; Doth Pris'ners Chains unbind, Give Sight unto the Blind, Whilst they walk from Darkness freed.

Verse 5

The Weak and Fall'n he rears, GOD for the Righteous cares, And the Stranger doth defend; The weeping Widow's Cause His tender Pity draws, Helpless Babes on him depend.

Verse 6

GOD shall the Wicked slay, In their unrighteous Way, But o'er Sion he is King; From Age to Age his Reign Shall ever sure remain; To the LORD loud Praises sing.