Psalm 89:15

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

O greatly bless'd the people are the joyful sound that know; In brightness of thy face, O Lord, they ever on shall go.

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For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave.

O who will shew us any good? is that which many say: But of thy countenance the light, Lord, lift on us alway.

All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice.

At morn it flourishes and grows, cut down at ev'n doth fade.

Dark clouds him compass; and in right with judgment dwells his throne.