Since better is thy love than life, my lips thee praise shall give.
Hear me, O Lord, because thy love and kindness is most good; Turn unto me, according to thy mercies' multitude.
My closed lips, O Lord, by thee let them be opened; Then shall thy praises by my mouth abroad be published.
For but a moment lasts his wrath; life in his favour lies: Weeping may for a night endure, at morn doth joy arise.
That sing thy praise my glory may, and never silent be. O Lord my God, for evermore I will give thanks to thee.
I with my mouth unto him cry'd, my tongue did him extol.
Because that thou for evermore most blessed hast him made; And thou hast with thy countenance made him exceeding glad.
O who will shew us any good? is that which many say: But of thy countenance the light, Lord, lift on us alway.
My soul for God, the living God, doth thirst: when shall I near Unto thy countenance approach, and in God's sight appear?
Before went singers, players next on instruments took way; And them among the damsels were that did on timbrels play.
Great honour is before his face, and majesty divine; Strength is within his holy place, and there doth beauty shine.