Psalm 92Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed. 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 loving-kindness to show forth When shines the morning light; And to declare thy faithfulness With pleasure ev'ry night. 3 Upon a ten-stringed instrument, And on the psaltery, Upon the harp with solemn sound, And grave sweet melody. 4 For thou, Jehovah, by thy work, Hast made my heart right glad; And I will triumph in the works Which by thy hands were made. 5 How great, O Lord, are all thy works ! And deep thy er'vy thought. A brutish person doth not know, Fools understand it not. 6 When they that wicked are, spring up As grass upon the ground, And they that work iniquity Do flourish and abound; 7 It is that they forevermore May be destroyed and slain; But, O Jehovah, thou Most High, Shalt evermore remain. 8 For lo, thy foes, yea, all thy foes, Shall be destroyed, O God! And all that work iniquity Shall be dispersed abroad. 9 But like the horn of unicorns, My horn thou wilt exalt, And raise on high: thou with fresh oil Anoint me also shalt. 10 My eye shall also my desire See on my enemies; My ears shall of the wicked hear, That do against me rise. 11 But like the palm-tree flourishing Shall be the righteous one; And he shall like the cedar grow That is in Lebanon. 12 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. 13 And in old age, when others fade, They fruit still forth shall bring; They shall be fat, and full of sap, And always flourishing; 14 To show that upright is the Lord; He is a rock to me; And he from all unrighteousness Is altogether free. |
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