1 The Lord I will at all times bless,
In praise my mouth employ;
My soul shall in Jehovah boast,
The meek shall hear with joy.
O magnify the Lord with me,
Let us exult His Name;
When in distress on Him I called,
He to my rescue came.
2 We looked to Him and light received,
Ashamed we shall not be;
Our humble cry Jehovah heard,
From trouble set us free.
The angle of the Lord encamps
Around about His own,
Delivers them from all their foes,
Lest they be overthrown.
3 O taste and see that God is good
To all that seek His face;
Yea, blest the man that trust in Him,
Confiding in His grace.
O fear the Lord, all ye His saints;
No want shall bring distress;
The lions young may pine for food,
The saints all good possess.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912