Yet God is good to Israel, to each pure-hearted one.
Create a clean heart, Lord, renew a right sp'rit me within.
For God the Lord's a sun and shield: he'll grace and glory give; And will withhold no good from them that uprightly do live.
The mighty God, the Lord, hath spoken, and did call The earth, from rising of the sun, to where he hath his fall.
Keep not, O God, we thee entreat, O keep not silence now: Do thou not hold thy peace, O God, and still no more be thou.
Assuredly thou didst them set a slipp'ry place upon; Them suddenly thou castedst down into destruction.
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why, thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? in God still hope and rest: For yet I know I shall him praise, who graciously to me The health is of my countenance, yea, mine own God is he.
Whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure, and unto vanity Who hath not lifted up his soul, nor sworn deceitfully.
Yet, notwithstanding, I have him to be my King appointed; And over Sion, my holy hill, I have him King anointed.