Because that thou for evermore most blessed hast him made; And thou hast with thy countenance made him exceeding glad.
Thou lovest right, and hatest ill; for God, thy God, most high, Above thy fellows hath with th' oil of joy anointed thee.
Thou wilt me shew the path of life: of joys there is full store Before thy face; at thy right hand are pleasures evermore.
Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.