Who doth redeem thy life, that thou to death may'st not go down; Who thee with loving-kindness doth and tender mercies crown:
My lips shall much rejoice in thee, when I thy praises sound; My soul, which thou redeemed hast, in joy shall much abound.
Wilt thou not, who from death me sav'd, my feet from falls keep free, To walk before God in the light of those that living be?
As far as east is distant from the west, so far hath he From us removed, in his love, all our iniquity.
For thou a little lower hast him than the angels made; With glory and with dignity thou crowned hast his head.
For, Lord, unto the righteous man thou wilt thy blessing yield: With favour thou wilt compass him about, as with a shield.
The Lord redeems his servants' souls; none perish that him trust.
For thou with blessings him prevent'st of goodness manifold; And thou hast set upon his head a crown of purest gold.
So thou the year most lib'rally dost with thy goodness crown; And all thy paths abundantly on us drop fatness down.