So we thy folk, and pasture-sheep, shall give thee thanks always; And unto generations all we will shew forth thy praise.
For he's our God, the people we of his own pasture are, And of his hand the sheep; to-day, if ye his voice will hear,
Know that the Lord is God indeed; Without our aid he did us make: We are his flock, he doth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take.
O God, why hast thou cast us off? is it for evermore? Against thy pasture-sheep why doth thine anger smoke so sore?
Race unto race shall praise thy works, and shew thy mighty deeds.
Do thou, O God, arise and plead the cause that is thine own: Remember how thou art reproach'd still by the foolish one.
That th' enemy reproached hath, O keep it in record; And that the foolish people have blasphem'd thy name, O Lord.
Thy name remember'd I will make through ages all to be: The people therefore evermore shall praises give to thee.
In God we all the day do boast, and ever praise thy name.