1 O blessed ever be the Lord,who is my strength and might,Who doth instruct my hands to war,my fingers teach to fight.
2 My goodness, fortress, my high tow'r,deliverer, and shield,In whom I trust: who under memy people makes to yield.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou of himdost so much knowledge take?Or son of man, that thou of himso great account dost make?
4 Man is like vanity; his days,as shadows, pass away.