1 With all mine heart I'll thee confess,
Praise thee the gods before.
2 The temple of thine holiness,
Towards it I'll adore.
I'll for thy mercy praise thy name,
And for thy verity:
Because thou over ail thy name,
Thy word dost magnify,
3 Thou in the day didst answer when
I cried unto thee;
With strength within my soul thou then
Didst also strengthen me.
4 All kings of th* earth thee, Lord, shall praise,
When thy mouth's words they hear.
5 They shall sing in Jehovah's ways,
For great's HIS glory there.
6 Albeit that the Lord be high,
Yet he respects the low:
But as for them who lofty be,
He them far off doth know.
7 Altho' I walk amidst distress,
Thee quickning me I have:
Thine hands shall my foes wrath suppress,
And thy right hand me save.
8 The Lord will perfect what's for me,
Thy mercy Lord aye stands.
O do not those forsake who be
The works of thine own hands.