To me he taught a psalm of praise
Which I must shew abroad
And sing new songs of thanks always
Unto the Lord, unto the Lord our God.

When all the folk these things shall see
As people much afraid
Then they unto the Lord will flee
And trust upon, and trust upon his aid.

Blessed is he whose hope and heart
Doth in the Lord remain
That with the proud doth take no part
Nor such as lies, nor such as lies maintain.

Joseph Watts of Fenny Compton (1749)