Words: The Scottish Psalter
To the chief Musician, Al-taschith,
1 To thee, O God, do we give thanks, we do give thanks to thee; Because thy wondrous works declare thy great name near to be.
2 I purpose, when I shall receive the congregation, That I shall judgment uprightly render to ev'ry one.
3 Dissolvèd is the land, with all that in the same do dwell; But I the pillars thereof do bear up, and stablish well.
4 I to the foolish people said, Do not deal foolishly; And unto those that wicked are, Lift not your horn on high.
5 Lift not your horn on high, nor speak 6 with stubborn neck. But know, That not from east, nor west, nor south, promotion doth flow.
7 But God is judge; he puts down one, and sets another up. 8 For in the hand of God most high of red wine is a cup:
'Tis full of mixture, he pours forth, and makes the wicked all Wring out the bitter dregs thereof; yea, and they drink them shall.
9 But I for ever will declare, I Jacob's God will praise. 10 All horns of lewd men I'll cut off; but just men's horns will raise.