And, Hmxssr, to sing to Your Name; To morning, to tell of Your kindness, And to night of Your truth, On the Viol and Lute, On the Flute and the Harp. For Your works, LORD, delight, I am cheered by the work of Your hands. Srlmza 2. LORD, how great are Your works! And the depths of Your thoughts, Brutish man cannot know; Nor the fool understand, \-Vhy the Wicked should ilourish like grass, And the plans of the vile should succeed, To their ruin, for age after age. Szrsnu 3. But You Loma are exalted for ever, For, look, how Your foemen, O LORD, Yes! see, how Your enemies perish, And the products of Wickedness fail. STANZA 4. But You set up my horn like a‘bull's That bellows in richness of food. So mine eye sees its wish on assailants, And my ear hears their griefs. Srimza 5. The Good like a Palm-tree will flourish. 4 Like a Lebanon Cedar will spread. They are set in the House of the LORD, They will grow in the Courts of our GOD They will grow on to old age; And be happy, and fat To proclaim the LORD just, That my Rock has no failure in Him I 738