O who will shew us any good? is that which many say: But of thy countenance the light, Lord, lift on us alway.
Turn us again, Lord God of hosts, and upon us vouchsafe To make thy countenance to shine, and so we shall be safe.
Thy face make on thy servant shine; teach me thy statutes still.
Turn us again, O God of hosts, and upon us vouchsafe To make thy countenance to shine, and so we shall be safe.
O greatly bless'd the people are the joyful sound that know; In brightness of thy face, O Lord, they ever on shall go.
Lord, bless and pity us, shine on us with thy face:
For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave.
Sure each man walks in a vain show; they vex themselves in vain: He heaps up wealth, and doth not know to whom it shall pertain.
Because that thou for evermore most blessed hast him made; And thou hast with thy countenance made him exceeding glad.
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why in me so dismay'd? Trust God, for I shall praise him yet, his count'nance is mine aid.