A Psalm or Song for the sabbath day.

8,6,8,6

^1To render thanks unto the Lord

it is a comely thing,

And to thy name, O thou most High,

due praise aloud to sing.

^2Thy loving-kindness to shew forth

when shines the morning light;

And to declare thy faithfulness

with pleasure ev'ry night.

^3On a ten-stringed instrument,

upon the psaltery,

And on the harp with solemn sound,

and grave sweet melody.

^4For 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.

^5How great, Lord, are thy works! each thought

of thine a deep it is:

^6A brutish man it knoweth not;

fools understand not this.

^7When 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;

^8But thou, O Lord, art the most High,

for ever to remain.

^9For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord,

thine en'mies perish shall;

The workers of iniquity

shall be dispersed all.

^10But thou shalt, like unto the horn

of th' unicorn, exalt

My horn on high: thou with fresh oil

anoint me also shalt.

^11Mine eyes shall also my desire

see on mine enemies;

Mine ears shall of the wicked hear

that do against me rise.

^12But like the palm-tree flourishing

shall be the righteous one;

He shall like to the cedar grow

that is in Lebanon.

^13Those that within the house of God

are planted by his grace,

They shall grow up, and flourish all

in our God's holy place.

^14And in old age, when others fade,

they fruit still forth shall bring;

They shall be fat, and full of sap,

and aye be flourishing;

^15To shew that upright is the Lord:

he is a rock to me;

And he from all unrighteousness

is altogether free.