Let them that love my righteous cause be glad, shout, and not cease To say, The Lord be magnify'd, who loves his servant's peace.
For God doth pleasure take in those that his own people be; And he with his salvation the meek will beautify.
In thee let all be glad, and joy, who seeking thee abide; Who thy salvation love, say still, The Lord be magnify'd.
In thee let all be glad, and joy that seek for thee: Let them who thy salvation love say still, God praisèd be.
But in all those that do him fear the Lord doth pleasure take; In those that to his mercy do by hope themselves betake.
From prison bring my soul, that I thy name may glorify: The just shall compass me, when thou with me deal'st bounteously.
Her priests I'll clothe with health; her saints shall shout forth joyfully.
But let the righteous be glad: let them before God's sight Be very joyful; yea, let them rejoice with all their might.
Ye righteous, in the Lord be glad, in him do ye rejoice: All ye that upright are in heart, for joy lift up your voice.
For thou maintain'dst my right and cause; on throne sat'st judging right.
O let thy priests be clothed, Lord, with truth and righteousness; And let all those that are thy saints shout loud for joyfulness.
I sought the Lord, he heard, and did me from all fears deliver.
I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take: Thou art my help and saviour, my God, no tarrying make.