PSAL. CXXXVIII. A Psalm of David

With all my heart I'll thee confess, praise thee the gods before. The Temple of thine holiness, towards it I'll adore. 'le for thy mercy praise thy Name, and for thy verity. Because thou over all thy Name, thy word dost magnify.

Thou in the day me answer'dst, when I cried unto thee; With strength, within my soul, thou then didst also strengthen me. All kings of th' earth thee Lord shall praise when thy mouths word they hear. They shall sing in Jehovahs ways, for great's HIS glory there.

Albeit that the Lord be high, yet he respects the low; But as for them that lofty be, he them far off doth know. Although I walk amidst distress, thee quickning me I have: Thine hands shall my foes wrath suppress and thy right hand me save.

The Lord will perfect what's for me, thy mercy Lord, aye stands. Oh do not those forsake that be the works of thine own hands.