Kiss ye the Son, lest in his ire ye perish from the way, If once his wrath begin to burn: bless'd all that on him stay.
O blessed is the man whose trust upon the Lord relies; Respecting not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
O thou that art the Lord of hosts, that man is truly blest, Who by assured confidence on thee alone doth rest.
O taste and see that God is good: who trusts in him is bless'd.
Then shall he speak to them in wrath, in rage he vex them shall.
For why? the way of godly men unto the Lord is known: Whereas the way of wicked men shall quite be overthrown.
The sure decree I will declare: The Lord hath said to me, Thou art mine only Son; this day I have begotten thee.
In secret of thy presence thou shalt hide them from man's pride: From strife of tongues thou closely shalt, as in a tent, them hide.
Fear God his saints: none that him fear shall be with want oppress'd.
From God let this be their reward that en'mies are to me, And their reward that speak against my soul maliciously.