Ps: 113

Ye who ye Ld of host adore O praise his name alone O send his praises to ye skyes Untill they reach his throne his throne who's ever ever blest Whose great whose holy name still great still holy will endure Who ever is ye same Morning & night letts praise yt god Who gave us morn & night. Above all thinges yt are he is Above ye heav'ns his might tell of his mercy humbleness yt tho so high he be yet he will stoop to mind such poor such wretched things as we Tell of his Justice too yt from A mean & lowly state ye poor & innocent he does among ev'n princes sett Those who with barreness were curst he blesses wth increase, That happy thus in all they wish They might his goodness praise.