O thou that art the Lord of hosts, that man is truly blest, Who by assured confidence on thee alone doth rest.
Ye people, place your confidence in him continually; Before him pour ye out your heart: God is our refuge high.
Kiss ye the Son, lest in his ire ye perish from the way, If once his wrath begin to burn: bless'd all that on him stay.
O taste and see that God is good: who trusts in him is bless'd.
I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.
Do thou to all those that be good thy goodness, Lord, impart; And do thou good to those that are upright within their heart.