Psalm 92

Abraham Coles

2 Thy kindness to show forth
Is meet at morning light;
And laud Thy love and faithfulness,
At each return of night,

3 Upon the decachord,
With psaltery and lute,
And harp of soft and solemn sound
The holy strains to suit.

4 For Thou hast made me glad,
Through knowledge of Thy works —
In all a glorious goodness shines
An awful beauty lurks.

3 How infinite Thy works!
Thy thoughts are an abyss;
6 The brutish man and fool alike
Are ignorant of this.

7 When spring they as the grass,
The wicked, overjoyed,
Know not it is that they may soon
Forever be destroyed.

8 But Thou, Jehovah, art
For evermore on high:
9 Thy foes shall perish, all their hosts
Be scattered from the sky.

10 Thou hast my honored head,
Anointed with fresh oil —
11 Mine eye hath seen Thy Hand stretched out
Mine enemies to foil.

12 The righteous as a palm
Shall grow and flourish, like
Cedars of Lebanon whose roots
In soil congenial strike.

13 They, planted in Thy House,
Shall in Thy Courts be seen
14 Producing fruit — ev'n in old age
Still full of sap and green.

15 Just is the Lord, who sits
Between the Cherubim —
He is my Rock, and there is no
Unrighteousness in Him.