Psalm XXXIII.
1
Ye righteous in the Lord rejoyce;
It is a comely thing,
For upright men with chearful voice,
To praise the heavenly King.
2
Upon ten stringed instruments,
The harp and psaltery,
O sing new songs with loudest notes,
And sweetest harmony.
3
His word is pure, his works are right,
His ways are just and good:
And from his bounty every thing,
Receives its daily food.
4
The heavens high with all their host,
His word alone hath made:
And heaps of waters in the seas,
As in a store-house laid.
5
Let all that dwell upon the earth,
Fear God and stand in awe:
He spake the word, and it was done,
His pleasure was a law.
6
The thoughts and purposes of men,
The Lord doth bring to nought:
But none can change, or disannul,
His purpose or his thought.
7
O blessed is that nation then,
To whom the Lord is known:
And whom, as an inheritance,
He chooseth for his own.
8
The Lord from heaven the sons of men,
Doth severally behold:
He weighs their actions and observes,
Their temper and their mold.
9
No king by hosts, or men by strength,
Of safety can be sure:
Nor can a horse, though swift and strong,
His riders life secure.
10
But they that fear and hope in God,
On them he sets his eye;
To save from death, and keep alive,
In time of scarcity.
11
Our soul in God alone doth hope,
And waiteth patiently:
He only is our help and shield,
In our calamity.
12
Our heart shall in the Lord rejoyce,
Who on his name depend:
Then as we in thy mercy hope,
Let mercy us defend.
