Who with abundance of good things doth satisfy thy mouth; So that, ev'n as the eagle's age, renewed is thy youth.
For he the soul that longing is doth fully satisfy; With goodness he the hungry soul doth fill abundantly.
Ev'n as with marrow and with fat my soul shall filled be; Then shall my mouth with joyful lips sing praises unto thee:
That which thou givest unto them they gather for their food; Thine hand thou open'st lib'rally, they filled are with good.
My table thou hast furnished in presence of my foes; My head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup overflows.
Bless'd is the man whom thou dost chuse, and mak'st approach to thee, That he within thy courts, O Lord, may still a dweller be: We surely shall be satisfy'd with thy abundant grace, And with the goodness of thy house, ev'n of thy holy place.