Ev'n as with marrow and with fat my soul shall filled be; Then shall my mouth with joyful lips sing praises unto thee:
Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.
But as for me, I thine own face in righteousness will see; And with thy likeness, when I wake, I satisfy'd shall be.
Praise ye the Lord, for he is good; unto him praises sing: Sing praises to his name, because it is a pleasant thing.
My lips shall much rejoice in thee, when I thy praises sound; My soul, which thou redeemed hast, in joy shall much abound.
Bless'd is the man whom thou dost chuse, and mak'st approach to thee, That he within thy courts, O Lord, may still a dweller be: We surely shall be satisfy'd with thy abundant grace, And with the goodness of thy house, ev'n of thy holy place.
Of him my meditation shall sweet thoughts to me afford; And as for me, I will rejoice in God, my only Lord.
Great honour is before his face, and majesty divine; Strength is within his holy place, and there doth beauty shine.
I will sing to the Lord most high, so long as I shall live; And while I being have I shall to my God praises give.
Your hands within God's holy place lift up, and praise his name.