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 On a ten-stringèd 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 destroyèd 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 dispersèd 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 show that upright is the Lord: he is a rock to me; And he from all unrighteousness is altogether free.