John Milton. (1608–1674). Complete Poems.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Psalm CXXXVI
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Praise the Lord for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
For of gods he is the God;
For his, &c.
That doth the wrathful tyrants quell;
For his, &c.
Amazèd Heaven and Earth to shake;
For his, &c.
The painted heavens so full of state;
For his, &c.
To rise above the watery plain;
For his, &c.
Did fill the new-made world with light;
For his, &c.
All the day long his course to run;
For his, &c.
Amongst her spangled sisters bright;
For his, &c.
Smote the first-born of Egypt land;
For his, &c.
He brought from thence his Israel;
For his, &c.
Of the Erythræan main;
For his, &c.
While the Hebrew bands did pass;
For his, &c.
The tawny King with all his power;
For his, &c.
In the wasteful Wilderness;
For his, &c.
Kings of prowess and renown;
For his, &c.
That ruled the Amorrean coast;
For his, &c.
With all his over-hardy crew;
For his, &c.
He gave their land, therein to dwell;
For his, &c.
Beheld us in our misery;
For his, &c.
Of the invading enemy;
For his, &c.
And with full hand supplies their need;
For his, &c.
His mighty majesty and worth;
For his, &c.
Above the reach of mortal eye;
For his, &c.