1 God will I bless all times; his praise
my mouth shall still express.
2 My soul shall boast in God: the meek
shall hear with joyfulness.
3 Extol the Lord with me, let us
his name together praise;
4 I sought the Lord, he heard, and did
above all fears me raise.
5 They looked to him and lightened were:
their faces were not shamed;
6 this poor man cried, God heard, and him
from all distress redeemed.
7 The angel of the Lord encamps,
and round encompasseth
all those about that do him fear,
and them delivereth.
8 O taste and see that God is good:
who trusts in him is blessed.
9 Fear God his saints: none that him fear
shall be with want oppressed.
10 The lions young may hungry be,
and they may lack their food:
but they that truly seek the Lord
shall not lack any good.
11 O children, hither do ye come,
and unto me give ear;
I shall you teach to understand
how ye the Lord should fear.
12 What man is he that life desires,
to see good would live long?
13 Thy lips refrain from speaking guile,
and from ill words thy tongue.
14 Depart from ill, do good, seek peace,
pursue it earnestly.
15 God’s eyes are on the just; his ears
are open to their cry.
16 The face of God is set against
those that do wickedly,
that he may quite out from the earth
cut off their memory.
17 The righteous cry unto the Lord,
he unto them gives ear;
and they out of their troubles all
by him delivered are.
18 The Lord is ever nigh to them
in heart that broken be;
those who in spirit contrite are
he saveth graciously.
19 The troubles that afflict the just
in number many be;
but yet at length out of them all
the Lord doth set him free.
20 He carefully his bones doth keep,
whatever may befall;
that not so much as one of them
can broken be at all.
21 Ill shall the wicked slay; condemned
shall be who hate the just.
22 The Lord redeems his servants’ souls;
none perish that him trust.
Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P34a