Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 How good and pleasant must it be to thank the Lord most high; And with repeated hymns of praise his Name to magnify. 2 With every morning's early dawn his goodness to relate; And of his constant truth each night the glad effects repeat! 3 To ten-stringed instruments we'll sing, with tuneful psalt'ries joined; And to the harp with solemn sounds, for sacred use designed. 4 For through thy wondrous works, O Lord, thou mak'st my heart rejoice; The thoughts of them shall make me glad, and shout with cheerful voice. 5,6 How wondrous are thy works, O Lord ! how deep are thy decrees! Whose winding tracts, in secret laid, no stupid sinner sees. 7 He little thinks, when wicked men, like grass, look fresh and gay, How soon their short-lived splendor must for ever pass away. 8,9 But thou my God, art still most high, and all thy lofty foes, Who thought they might securely sin, shall be o'erwhelmed with woes. 10 Whilst thou exalt'st my sovreign pow 'r, and mak'st it largely spread; And with refreshing oil anoint'st my consecrated head; 11 I soon shall see my stubborn foes to utter ruin brought, And hear the dismal end of those who have against me fought. 12 But righteous men, like fruitful palms, shall make a glorious show; As cedars that in Lebanon in stately order grow. 13,14 These, planted in the house of God, within his courts shall thrive; Their vigor and their luster both shall in old age revive. 15 Thus will the Lord his justice show; and God, my strong defense, Shall due rewards to all the world impartially dispense.