Words: The Scottish Psalter
1 God will I bless all times; his praise my mouth shall still express. 2 My soul shall boast in God: the meek shall hear with joyfulness.
3 Extol the Lord with me, let us exalt his name together. 4 I sought the Lord, he heard, and did me from all fears deliver.
5 They looked to him, and lightened were: not shamèd were their faces. 6 This poor man cried, God heard, and saved him from all his distresses.
7 The angel of the Lord encamps, and round encompasseth All those about that do him fear, and them delivereth.
8 O taste and see that God is good: who trusts in him is blessed. 9 Fear God his saints: none that him fear shall be with want oppressed.
10 The lions young may hungry be, and they may lack their food: But they that truly seek the Lord shall not lack any good.
11 O children, hither do ye come, and unto me give ear; I shall you teach to understand how ye the Lord should fear.
12 What man is he that life desires, to see good would live long? 13 Thy lips refrain from speaking guile, and from ill words thy tongue.
14 Depart from ill, do good, seek peace, pursue it earnestly. 15 God's eyes are on the just; his ears are open to their cry.
16 The face of God is set against those that do wickedly, That he may quite out from the earth cut off their memory.
17 The righteous cry unto the Lord, he unto them gives ear; And they out of their troubles all by him delivered are.
18 The Lord is ever nigh to them that be of broken sp'rit; To them he safety doth afford that are in heart contrite.
19 The troubles that afflict the just in number many be; But yet at length out of them all the Lord doth set him free.
20 He carefully his bones doth keep, whatever can befall; That not so much as one of them can broken be at all.
21 Ill shall the wicked slay; laid waste shall be who hate the just. 22 The Lord redeems his servants' souls; none perish that him trust.