And let them sacrifice to him off 'rings of thankfulness; And let them shew abroad his works in songs of joyfulness.
Thanks offer thou to God, and pay thy vows to the most High.
I shall not die, but live, and shall the works of God discover.
O sing ye praises to the Lord, that dwells in Sion hill; And all the nations among his deeds record ye still.
Thank-off 'rings I to thee will give, and on God's name will call.
But surely it is good for me that I draw near to God: In God I trust, that all thy works I may declare abroad.
What shall I render to the Lord for all his gifts to me?
The heathen are sunk in the pit which they themselves prepar'd; And in the net which they have hid their own feet fast are snar'd.
And now, ev'n at this present time, mine head shall lifted be Above all those that are my foes, and round encompass me: Therefore unto his tabernacle I'll sacrifices bring Of joyfulness; I'll sing, yea, I to God will praises sing.