PSAL. XCII. A psalm or song for the Sabbath-day. (Book 92)
TO render thanks unto the Lord
it is a comely thing,
And to thy Name, O thou most high,
due praise aloud to sing.
Thy loving kindnesse to show forth,Line 2
when shines the morning light;
And to declare thy faithfulnesse,
with pleasure, every night,
On a ten stringed instrument,Line 3
upon the psalterie:
And on the harp, with solemn sound,
and grave-sweet melodie.
For thou, Lord, by thy mighty work,Line 4
hast made my heart right glad;
And I will triumph in the works
which by thine hands were made.
How great, Lord, are thy works! each thoughtLine 5
of thine a deep it is;
A brutish man it knoweth not,Line 6
fools understand not this.
When those that lewd and wicked are,Line 7
spring quickly up like grasse,
And workers of iniquity
do flourish all apace,
It is that they for ever may
destroyed be and slain:
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