My lips shall much rejoice in thee, when I thy praises sound; My soul, which thou redeemed hast, in joy shall much abound.
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.
Who doth redeem thy life, that thou to death may'st not go down; Who thee with loving-kindness doth and tender mercies crown:
The Lord redeems his servants' souls; none perish that him trust.
Ev'n as with marrow and with fat my soul shall filled be; Then shall my mouth with joyful lips sing praises unto thee: