O blessed is the man to whom is freely pardoned All the transgression he hath done, whose sin is covered.
Thou pardoned thy people hast all their iniquities; Thou all their trespasses and sins hast cover'd from thine eyes.
O blessed is the man whose trust upon the Lord relies; Respecting not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.
Blessed are they that judgment keep, and justly do always.
That there is not a God, the fool doth in his heart conclude: They are corrupt, their works are vile, not one of them doth good.
Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may.
Bless'd is each one that fears the Lord, and walketh in his ways;
O greatly bless'd the people are the joyful sound that know; In brightness of thy face, O Lord, they ever on shall go.
O thou that art the Lord of hosts, that man is truly blest, Who by assured confidence on thee alone doth rest.
Why dost thou boast, O mighty man, of mischief and of ill? The goodness of Almighty God endureth ever still.
My heart brings forth a goodly thing; my words that I indite Concern the King: my tongue's a pen of one that swift doth write.
Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself from my entreating voice:
All thine iniquities who doth most graciously forgive: Who thy diseases all and pains doth heal, and thee relieve.