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Then let my right hand quite her skill forget,
That in the compass of my thoughts can fall.
Remember thou, O Lord, the cruel cry
Of Edom's children, which did ring and sound, Inciting the Chaldean's cruelty,
"Down with it, down with it, even unto the ground." In that good day repay it unto them, When thou shalt visit thy Hierusalem.
And thou, O Babylon, shalt have thy turn
That thy proud walls and tow'rs shall waste and burn,
Yea, happy he, that takes thy children's bones,
THE TRANSLATION OF THE CXLIXTH PSALM.
O SING a new song to our God above;
Avoid profane 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 heavenly King.
Let not your voice alone his praise forth tell,
Cymbals and harps let them be tuned well :
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;
To bind their kings in chains of iron strong,
Expect the time, for 'tis decreed in Heaven,