1. 'Tis good to thank the Lord,
And sing thy praise, Most Jigh;
2. Each morn, thy eindness to record,
Each night, thy verity.
3. On ten-stringed instrument,
With psaltery's tuneful wind;
On sprightly harps, in one consent,
With solemn voices joined.
4. Thy work of power, and grace,
Lord, makes my heart rejoice;
I, in thy handiworks, will raise,
With shouts of praise, my voice.
5. How great thy works are, Lord!
How very deep thy thought!
6. A brutish man knows not thy word;
Nor fools what thou hast wrought.
7. When wicked men do spring.
Like grass, look fresh and fair,
'Tis that to ruin thou may'st them bring,
And cover with despair.
8. Thou'rt ever, Lord, Most High,
9. For lo, thy foes shall fall;
And they that work iniquity,
Shall be dispersed all.
10. But thou mine horn shalt raise,
As unicorn's, on high;
And with fresh oil, through all my days,
Anointed be shall I.
11. Mine eye shall see the doom,
Mine ear the end shall hear,
That on my spies, and foes, shall come;
And such as malice bear.
12, The just, like palms, shall thrive,
Like Lebanon's cedars grow:
13. Those in the Lord's house planted, live,
In his courts they glorious show.
14. In age, their fruit is bright,
With strength, and verdure, crowned.
15. To show the Lord, my rock's upright;
In him no falsehood's found.
A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752
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