Lauda, anima mea
Praise the Lord, O my soul; while I live will I praise the Lord *
yea, as long as I have any being, I will sing praises unto my God.
O put not your trust in princes, nor in any child of man *
for there is no help in them.
For when the breath of man goeth forth he shall turn again to his earth *
and then all his thoughts perish.
Blessed is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help *
and whose hope is in the Lord his God;
Who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that therein is *
who keepeth his promise for ever;
Who helpeth them to right that suffer wrong *
who feedeth the hungry.
The Lord looseth men out of prison *
the Lord giveth sight to the blind.
The Lord helpeth them that are fallen *
the Lord careth for the righteous.
The Lord careth for the strangers, he defendeth the fatherless and widow *
as for the way of the ungodly, he turneth it upside down.
The Lord thy God, O Sion, shall be King for evermore *
and throughout all generations.