King James I
Sing praise to God, both young and olde,
That in this towne remaine,
With voice and euery instrument
Found out by mortall braine.
Sing praises to our mightie God,
Praise our deliuerer's name :
Our louing Lord, who now in need
Hath kyth'd to be the same.
The faithles snares did compasse vs,
Their netts were sett about ;
But yet our dearest Father in heauen,
He hath redeem'd vs out.
Not only that, but by his power
Our enemies' feet they slaid,
Whom he hath trapt, and made to fall
Into the pit they made.
Sing praises ...