Psalm 92

TO give thanks to the Lord,
It is an exc'lent thing:
To magnifie
Thy name most high
In praises when we sing.
Thy kindness to record
So soon as morning springs:
At night express
Thy faithfulness.
On instruments ten strings,
On harp and psaltery
With sweet and solemn sound:
O Lord through thine
Own works divine
Thou mad'st my joyes abound.
In them triumph will I,
The works which thou hast wrought,
How great and rare
O Lord they are,
How deep is every thought?
A brutish man knows not,
No fool perceives this thing:
All flour'shing when
Lewd wicked men
As morning grass do spring.
Then is the finall lot
Of their destruction nigh:
But thou dost reigne
The most supreme
To all eternity.

2. Part.
FOr lo, O Lord, thy foes
For lo thy foes shall fall:
Thy truth assures
That wicked doers,
They shall be scattered all.
But like the horn that growes
Upon the Un'corns head:
So Lord thou shalt
My horn exalt,
And fresh oil on me spread.
Mine eye his wish shall see
On wicked enemies:
The same mine ear
Of them shall hear
That up against me rise.
Even like the Cedar tree
That Lebanon forth brings
The just shall grow
And flourish so,
As laden palm-tree springs.
Gods Temple plants shall spring
In our Gods Courts each one:
And still produce
Their fruitfull juice,
When they are ancient grown.
Still fat and flourishing,
Gods Justice to express,
My rock is he
Most pure and free
From all unrighteousness.