PSALM XCII.

Tate and Brady

2 With every morning's early dawn
His goodness to relate;
And of his constant truth each night
The glad effects repeat!

3 To ten-string'd instruments we'll sing,
With tuneful psaltries join'd;
And to the harp with solemn sounds,
For sacred use design'd.

4 For thro' thy wondrous works,
O Lord, Thou mak'st my heart rejoice;
The thoughts of them shall make me glad,
And shout with cheerful voice.

5, 6 How wondrous are thy works, O Lord!
How deep are thy decrees!
Whose winding tracks, in secret laid,
No stupid sinner sees.

7. He little thinks, when wicked men,
Like grass, look fresh and gay,
How soon their short-liv'd splendour must
For ever pass away.

8, 9 But thou, my God, art still most high,
And all thy lofty foes,
Who thought they might securely sin,
Shall be o'erwhelm'd with woes.

10 Whilst thou exalt'st my sov'reign pow'r,
And mak'st it largely spread;
And with refreshing oil anoint'st
My consecrated head:

11 I soon shall see my stubborn foes
To utter ruin brought,
And hear the dismal end of those
Who have against me fought.

12 But righteous men, like fruitful palms,
Shall make a glorious show;
As cedars that in Lebanon
In stately order grow.

13, 14.These, planted in the house of God,
Within his courts shall thrive;
Their vigour and their lustre both
Shall in old age revive.

15 Thus will the Lord his justice show;
And God, my strong defence,
Shall due rewards to all the world
Impartially dispense.