1

To render thanks unto the Lord

it is a comely thing,

And to thy name, O thou most High,

due praise aloud to sing.

2

Thy loving-kindness to shew forth

when shines the morning light;

And to declare thy faithfulness

with pleasure ev’ry night.

3

On a ten-stringed instrument,

upon the psaltery,

And on the harp with solemn sound,

and grave sweet melody.

4

For 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.

5

How great, Lord, are thy works! each thought

of thine a deep it is:

6

A brutish man it knoweth not;

fools understand not this.

7

When 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;

8

But thou, O Lord, art the most High,

for ever to remain.

9

For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord,

thine en’mies perish shall;

The workers of iniquity

shall be dispersed all.

10

But thou shalt, like unto the horn

of th’ unicorn, exalt

My horn on high: thou with fresh oil

anoint me also shalt.

11

Mine eyes shall also my desire

see on mine enemies;

Mine ears shall of the wicked hear

that do against me rise.

12

But like the palm-tree flourishing

shall be the righteous one;

He shall like to the cedar grow

that is in Lebanon.

13

Those that within the house of God

are planted by his grace,

They shall grow up, and flourish all

in our God’s holy place.

14

And in old age, when others fade,

they fruit still forth shall bring;

They shall be fat, and full of sap,

and aye be flourishing;

15

To shew that upright is the Lord:

he is a rock to me;

And he from all unrighteousness

is altogether free.