'Tis good, and sweet, to thank the Lord

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 every night, thy verity.
3. Upon a ten-stringed instrument,
With psaltery, in sweet compound;
On sprightly harp, in one consent,
With sacred songs, and solemn sound.

4. Thou, through thy work of power, and grace,
O Lord, hast made my heart rejoice;
The works thine hand hath wrought, 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 dispersed away.

10. But thou, mine horn, on high shalt raise,
Fixed as the unicorn's, secure;
Thy fresh anointing oil conveys
New joys to me, unmixed, and pure.
11. Mine eyes shall see the 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 vigor filled, and verdure crowned.
15. The Lord, my rock, thus upright's known;
In him there's no injustice found.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752