1 To render thanks unto the Lord
it is a comely thing,
and to thy name, O thou Most High,
due praise aloud to sing:
2 thy loving-kindness to show forth
when shines the morning light;
and to declare thy faithfulness
with pleasure every night.
3 upon a ten-stringed instrument,
and on the psaltery,
upon the harp with solemn sound
and grave sweet melody.
4 For thou, Lord, by thy mighty deeds
hast gladness to me brought;
and I will triumph in the works
which by thy hands are wrought.
5 How great and wondrous, Lord, thy works! thy thought how deep it is!
6 A brutish man discerneth not,
fools understand not this.
7 When even like unto the grass
springs up the wicked race,
and workers of iniquity
do flourish all apace;
'Tis that cut off and quite destroyed
they may for ever be:
8 but thou, O Lord, art throned on high,
9 For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord,
thine enemies perish shall;
the workers of iniquity
shall be dispersed all.
10 But like the unicorn's, my horn
exalted is by thee:
anointed also with fresh oil
I am abundantly.
11 Mine eyes shall also my desire
see on mine enemies;
mine ears shall of the wicked hear,
that do against me rise.
12 But like the palm-tree flourishing
shall be the righteous one;
he shall like to the cedar grow
that is in Lebanon.
13 Those that within the house of God
are planted by his grace,
they shall grow up, and flourish all
in our God’s holy place.
14 And in old age, when others fade,
they fruit still forth shall bring;
they shall be fat and full of sap,
and aye be flourishing;
15 to show that upright is the Lord:
he is a rock to me;
and he from all unrighteousness
is altogether free.