1. 'Tis good, and sweet, to thank the Lord ;
Praise to thy Name to sing, Most-high.
2. Each Morn, thy Kindness, to record;
And ev'ry Night, thy Verity.
3. Upon a Ten-string'd Instrument,
With Psaltery, in sweet Compound;
On sprightly Harp, in one Consent,
With sacred Songs, and solemn Sound.

4. Thou, thro' thy Work of Pow'r,and Grace,
O Lord, hast made my Heart rejoice;
The Works thine Hand hath wro't, shall raise
My shout to Thee, with thankful Voice.
5. How wondrous great thy Works are, Lord!
And how profoundly deep thy Thought!
6. A brutish Man knows not thy Word;
Nor Fools perceive what thou hast wrought.

7. When, like the Grass, the Wicked spring.
And flourishing, look fresh, and fair;
It is, that thou may'st on them bring
An endless Ruin, and Despair.
8. But thou. Lord, ever art Most-high
9. For lo, thy Foes shall quite decay;
And all that work Iniquity,
In Wrath, shall be dispers'd away.

10. But thou, mine Horn, on high shalt raise,
Fix'd as the Unicorn's, secure ;
Thy fresh anointing Oyl conveys
New Joys to me, unmix'd, and pure.
11. Mine Eyes shall see th' expected Doom,
Mine Ears the dismal End shall hear,
That on my secret Foes shall come;
And those me open Malice bear.

12. The just, like fruitful Palms, shall thrive;
Like Lebanon's tall Cedars grow.
13. They in the Lord's House planted, live.
And flourish, in his Courts below.
14. They still bear Fruit, when aged grown;
With Vigour fill'd, and Verdure crown'd.
15. The Lord, my Rock,thus upright's known;
In him there's no Injustice found.