1 I will the Lord in seasons all
Bless in humility,
And in my mouth his praises shall,
2 My soul shall in Jehovah make
With joy her boasting chear:
The humble shall great pleasure take
When they hereof shall hear.
3 With me together O do ye
And let us all herein agree,
To lift his name on high.
4 When I Jehovah sought unto,
The he to me gave ear:
He me delivered also
From all that was my fear.
5 They look'd to him and lightned were,
No shame did them appall
6 The poor man cry'd, the Lord did hear,
And sav'd from troubles all.
7 The Lord his Angel ev'ry where
Incampeth round about
Each one of them that do him fear,
from ill to free them out.
8 How bountiful Jehovah is,
O taste and see likewise;
O great is that man's blessedness
Whose trust on him relies!
9 O see that ye Jehovah fear,
His holy ones that be!
Because that such as do him fear
No want at all shall see.
10 Young lions they are brought to want
And suffer lack of food:
But they that fear the Lord, no want
Shall have of any good.
11 O come ye children unto me,
Give you attentive ear;
And I will you instruct how ye
The Lord aright shall fear.
12 Who is the man whose heart is bent
That long his life may be,
Who loveth days, and hath intent
Prosperity to see?
13 Thy tongue from ill, thy lips also
From speaking guile keep thou.
14 Depart from evil, and do good,
Seek peace and it pursue.
15 Upon the men that righteous are
The Lord doth set his eye;
And likewise he doth bow his ear,
When unto him they cry.
16 Jehovah's face is set against
Them that do wickedly.
That he of them from off the land
May cut the memory.
17 When as the righteous men do cry,
The Lord doth hear their call;
And gives to them delivery
Out of their troubles all.
18 Jehovah near is such unto
As broken-hearted be;
Whose spirit contrite is also
Ev'n such ones save will he
19 The just man's griefs are many a one,
From all God sets him free;
20 He keepeth all his bones that none
Of them shall broken be.
21 Evil shall slay the wicked man,
And whosoever hate
The righteous man, ev'n all of them
Shall sure be desolate.
22 Their souls that do Jehovah serve
He freely doth redeem:
Nor utterly shall any swerve,
That put their trust in him.
|First Line:||I will the Lord in seasons all|
|Title:||A Psalm of David when he changed his behaviour before Abimelech, who drove him away, and he departed|