1 To render thanks unto the Lordit is a comely thing,And to thy name, O thou most High,due praise aloud to sing.
2 Thy loving-kindness to shew forthwhen shines the morning light;And to declare thy faithfulnesswith 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 workshast made my heart right glad;And I will triumph in the workswhich by thine hands were made.
5 How great, Lord, are thy works! each thoughtof thine a deep it is:
6 A brutish man it knoweth not;fools understand not this.
7 When those that lewd and wicked arespring quickly up like grass,And workers of iniquitydo flourish all apace;It is that they for ever maydestroyed be and slain;