As Hermon's dew, the dew that doth on Sion' hills descend: For there the blessing God commands, life that shall never end.
His loving-kindness yet the Lord command will in the day, His song's with me by night; to God, by whom I live, I'll pray:
Thou wilt me shew the path of life: of joys there is full store Before thy face; at thy right hand are pleasures evermore.
When he desired life of thee, thou life to him didst give; Ev'n such a length of days, that he for evermore should live.
In that salvation wrought by thee his glory is made great; Honour and comely majesty thou hast upon him set.