For but a moment lasts his wrath; life in his favour lies: Weeping may for a night endure, at morn doth joy arise.
He will not chide continually, nor keep his anger still.
Thou wilt me shew the path of life: of joys there is full store Before thy face; at thy right hand are pleasures evermore.
Since better is thy love than life, my lips thee praise shall give.
But of thy pow'r I'll sing aloud; at morn thy mercy praise: For thou to me my refuge wast, and tow'r, in troublous days.
God in the midst of her doth dwell; nothing shall her remove: The Lord to her an helper will, and that right early, prove.
At morn let me thy kindness hear; for in thee do I trust. Teach me the way that I should walk: I lift my soul to thee.
But unto them that do him fear God's mercy never ends; And to their children's children still his righteousness extends:
For God is King of all the earth; with knowledge praise express.
Ye righteous, in the Lord rejoice; express your thankfulness, When ye into your memory do call his holiness.
Thee all thy works shall praise, O Lord, and thee thy saints shall bless;