A Psalm or Song for the sabbath day. 8,6,8,6 ^1To render thanks unto the Lord it is a comely thing, And to thy name, O thou most High, due praise aloud to sing. ^2Thy loving-kindness to shew forth when shines the morning light; And to declare thy faithfulness with pleasure ev'ry night. ^3On a ten-stringed instrument, upon the psaltery, And on the harp with solemn sound, and grave sweet melody. ^4For thou, Lord, by thy mighty works hast made my heart right glad; And I will triumph in the works which by thine hands were made. ^5How great, Lord, are thy works! each thought of thine a deep it is: ^6A brutish man it knoweth not; fools understand not this. ^7When those that lewd and wicked are spring quickly up like grass, And workers of iniquity do flourish all apace; It is that they for ever may destroyed be and slain; ^8But thou, O Lord, art the most High, for ever to remain. ^9For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord, thine en'mies perish shall; The workers of iniquity shall be dispersed all. ^10But thou shalt, like unto the horn of th' unicorn, exalt My horn on high: thou with fresh oil anoint me also shalt. ^11Mine eyes shall also my desire see on mine enemies; Mine ears shall of the wicked hear that do against me rise. ^12But like the palm-tree flourishing shall be the righteous one; He shall like to the cedar grow that is in Lebanon. ^13Those that within the house of God are planted by his grace, They shall grow up, and flourish all in our God's holy place. ^14And in old age, when others fade, they fruit still forth shall bring; They shall be fat, and full of sap, and aye be flourishing; ^15To shew that upright is the Lord: he is a rock to me; And he from all unrighteousness is altogether free. |