4 He mischief, lying on his bed,most cunningly doth plot:He sets himself in ways not good,ill he abhorreth not.
5 Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav'ns;thy truth doth reach the clouds:
6 Thy justice is like mountains great;thy judgments deep as floods:Lord, thou preservest man and beast.
7 How precious is thy grace!Therefore in shadow of thy wingsmen's sons their trust shall place.
8 They with the fatness of thy houseshall be well satisfy'd;From rivers of thy pleasures thouwilt drink to them provide.
9 Because of life the fountain pureremains alone with thee;And in that purest light of thinewe clearly light shall see.
10 Thy loving-kindness unto themcontinue that thee know;And still on men upright in heartthy righteousness bestow.