A Psalm or Song for the sabbath day.
^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.