1.

I, ev'n I, will always
Giue hearty thanks to Him on high,
And in my mouth continualy
Inhabit shall His prayse:
My soul shall glory still
In that deare Lord with true delight;
That, hearing it, the hearts contrite
May learn their joyes to fill.

2.

Come, then, and join with me
Some worth to speake of His due praise;
Striue we, that in some thankfull phrase
His Name may honourd be.
Thus I begin; I sought
The Lord, and He did heare my cry,
Yea, and from dreadfull misery
He me, He only brought.

3.

This shall men's fancys frame
To look and run to Him for aid;
Whose faces on His comfort staid
Shall never blush for shame.
For lo, this wretch did call,
And lo, his call the skyes did clime;
And God freed him in his worst time
From out his troubles all.

4.

His angels, armys round
About them pitch who Him do feare;
And watch and ward for such do beare,
To keep them safe and sounde
I say, but tast and see
How sweet, how gracious is His grace;
Lord, he is in thrice blessed case
Whose trust is all on Thee.

5.

Feare God, ye saints of His,
For nothing they can ever want
Who faithfull feares in Hym do plant;
They haue, and shall haue, blisse,
The lions oft lack food,
Those raveners' whelps oft starved be;
But who seek God with constancy
Shall need nought that is good.

6.

Come, children, lend yor eare
To me, and mark what I do say;
For I will teach to you the way
How this our Lord to feare.
Among you, who is here,
That life and length of life requires,
And blessing such, with length desires,
As length may good appeare.

7.

Keep well thy lipps and tongue,
Least inward evills doe them defile,
Or that by words enwrapt in guile
Another man be strong:
Do good, from faults decline,
Seek peace, and follow after it;
For God's own eyes on good men sit,
His eares to them encline.

8.

So His high heavnly face
Is bent, but bent against those same
That wicked be, their very name
From earth quite to displace.
The just, when harms approach,
Do cry; their cry of Him is heard;
And by His care from them is barr'd
All trouble, all reproach.

9.

To humble broken minds,
This Lord is ever, ever neare,
And will saue whom His sight cleere
In sprite afflicted finds.
Indeed the very best
Most great and grievous paines doth beare;
But God shall him to safety reare,
When most he seemes opprest.

10.

His bones He keepeth all,
So that not one of them is broke;
But malice shall the wicked choake,
Who hate the good shall fall.
God doth all soules redeeme
Who weare His blessed livery:
None, I say still, shall ruind be
Who Him their trust esteeme.