Psalm 92

A Psalm or Song for the sabbath day.

1        To render thanks unto the Lord

                   it is a comely thing,

          And to thy name, O thou most High,

                   due praise aloud to sing.

2        Thy lovingkindness to shew forth

                   when shines the morning light;

          And to declare thy faithfulness

                   with pleasure ev'ry night,

3        On a ten-stringed instrument,

                   upon the psaltery,

          And on the harp with solemn sound,

                   and grave sweet melody.

4        For thou, Lord, by thy mighty works

                   hast made my heart right glad;

          And I will triumph in the works

                   which by thine hands were made.

5        How great, Lord, are thy works! each thought

                   of thine a deep it is:

6        A brutish man it knoweth not;

                   fools understand not this.

7        When those that lewd and wicked are

                   spring quickly up like grass,

          And workers of iniquity

                   do flourish all apace;

          It is that they for ever may

                   destroyed be and slain:

8        But thou, O Lord, art the most High,

                   for ever to remain.

9        For, lo, thine enemies, O Lord,

                   thine en'mies perish shall;

          The workers of iniquity

                   shall be dispersed all.

10      But thou shalt, like unto the horn

                   of th' unicorn, exalt

          My horn on high: thou with fresh oil

                   anoint me also shalt.

11      Mine eyes shall also my desire

                   see on mine enemies;

          Mine ears shall of the wicked hear

                   that do against me rise.

12      But like the palm-tree flourishing

                   shall be the righteous one;

          He shall like to the cedar grow

                   that is in Lebanon.

13      Those that within the house of God

                   are planted by his grace,

          They shall grow up, and flourish all

                   in our God's holy place.

14      And in old age, when others fade,

                   they fruit still forth shall bring;

          They shall be fat, and full of sap,

                   and aye be flourishing;

15      To shew that upright is the Lord:

                   he is a rock to me;

          And he from all unrighteousness

                   is altogether free.