Psalm XIX.
1
The Glory of the Lord most high
The Heavens declare abroad:
The Firmament doth plainly shew
The handy work of God.
2
Day unto day, and night to night,
Proclaim their Maker's fame:
There is no Nation in the world,
That has not heard the same.
3
By all the Earth as in a Book,
They may be seen, and read:
Throughout the corners of the world,
Their mighty sound is spread.
4
A Tabernacle for the Sun,
In them the Lord hath made:
Who as a bridegroom cometh forth,
Most gloriously array'd,
5
And as a Giant, round the world,
Delights to run his race:
Spreading his heat and influence,
About in every place.
6
Most perfect is the Law of God,
And doth the Soul convert:
His word is sure and to the weak,
True wisdom doth impart.
7
The Statutes of the Lord are right,
And drooping spirits chear:
His precepts purifie the eyes,
And make them bright and clear.
8
The fear of God doth cleanse the soul,
And ever shall endure:
His judgments are in all respects,
Most righteous just and pure.
9
Much more to be desir'd than gold,
Yea finest gold by far:
The honey and the honey-comb,
Not half so pleasant are.
10
By them I am admonished,
They are my Fence and Guard:
And they that keep them faithfully,
Shall find a great Reward.
11
But, Lord, how many are the sins,
That we remember not!
Then cleanse me from those secret faults,
That I have quite forgot.
12
But chiefly from presumptuous sins,
O Lord, deliver me:
That from such great and heinous crimes,
I may be ever free.
13
These meditations of my heart,
And prayers of my tongue
Accept, O Lord, who art my Rock,
And my Redeemer strong.
