Psalm 121

1    I to the hills will lift mine eyes,

          from whence doth come mine aid.

2    My safety cometh from the Lord,

          who heav’n and earth hath made.

3    Thy foot he’ll not let slide, nor will

          he slumber that thee keeps.

4    Behold, he that keeps Israel,

          he slumbers not, nor sleeps.

5    The Lord thee keeps, the Lord thy shade

          on thy right hand doth stay:

6    The moon by night thee shall not smite,

          nor yet the sun by day.

7    The Lord shall keep thy soul; he shall

          preserve thee from all ill.

8    Henceforth thy going out and in

          God keep for ever will.

Psalm 122

1    I joy’d when to the house of God,

          Go up, they said to me.

2    Jerusalem, within thy gates

          our feet shall standing be.

3    Jerus’lem, as a city, is

          compactly built together:

4    Unto that place the tribes go up,

          the tribes of God go thither:

     To Isr’el’s testimony, there

          to God’s name thanks to pay.

5    For thrones of judgment, ev’n the thrones

          of David’s house, there stay.

6    Pray that Jerusalem may have

          peace and felicity:

     Let them that love thee and thy peace

          have still prosperity.

7    Therefore I wish that peace may still

          within thy walls remain,

     And ever may thy palaces

          prosperity retain.

8    Now, for my friends’ and brethren’s sakes,

          Peace be in thee, I’ll say.

9    And for the house of God our Lord,

          I’ll seek thy good alway.

Psalm 125

1    They in the Lord that firmly trust

          shall be like Sion hill,

     Which at no time can be remov’d,

          but standeth ever still.

2    As round about Jerusalem

          the mountains stand alway,

     The Lord his folk doth compass so,

          from henceforth and for aye.

3    For ill men’s rod upon the lot

          of just men shall not lie;

     Lest righteous men stretch forth their hands

          unto iniquity.

4    Do thou to all those that be good

          thy goodness, Lord, impart;

     And do thou good to those that are

          upright within their heart.

5    But as for such as turn aside

          after their crooked way,

     God shall lead forth with wicked men:

          on Isr’el peace shall stay.

Psalm 126

1    When Sion’s bondage God turn’d back,

          as men that dream’d were we.

2    Then fill’d with laughter was our mouth,

          our tongue with melody:

     They ‘mong the heathen said, The Lord

          great things for them hath wrought.

3    The Lord hath done great things for us,

          whence joy to us is brought.

4    As streams of water in the south,

          our bondage, Lord, recall.

5    Who sow in tears, a reaping time

          of joy enjoy they shall.

6    That man who, bearing precious seed,

          in going forth doth mourn,

     He doubtless, bringing back his sheaves,

          rejoicing shall return.

Psalm 127

1    Except the Lord do build the house,

          the builders lose their pain:

     Except the Lord the city keep,

          the watchmen watch in vain.

2   ‘Tis vain for you to rise betimes,

          or late from rest to keep,

     To feed on sorrows’ bread; so gives

          he his beloved sleep.

3    Lo, children are God’s heritage,

          the womb’s fruit his reward.

4    The sons of youth as arrows are,

          for strong men’s hands prepar’d.

5    O happy is the man that hath

          his quiver fill’d with those;

     They unashamed in the gate

          shall speak unto their foes.

Psalm 128

1    Bless’d is each one that fears the Lord,

          and walketh in his ways;

2    For of thy labour thou shalt eat,

          and happy be always.

3    Thy wife shall as a fruitful vine

          by thy house’ sides be found:

     Thy children like to olive-plants

          about thy table round.

4    Behold, the man that fears the Lord,

          thus blessed shall he be.

5    The Lord shall out of Sion give

          his blessing unto thee:

     Thou shalt Jerus’lem’s good behold

          whilst thou on earth dost dwell.

6    Thou shalt thy children’s children see,

          and peace on Israel.

Psalm 129

1    Oft did they vex me from my youth,

          may Isr’el now declare;

2    Oft did they vex me from my youth,

          yet not victorious were.

3    The plowers plow’d upon my back;

          they long their furrows drew.

4    The righteous Lord did cut the cords

          of the ungodly crew.

5    Let Sion’s haters all be turn’d

          back with confusion.

6    As grass on houses’ tops be they,

          which fades ere it be grown:

7    Whereof enough to fill his hand

          the mower cannot find;

     Nor can the man his bosom fill,

          whose work is sheaves to bind.

8    Neither say they who do go by,

          God’s blessing on you rest:

     We in the name of God the Lord

          do wish you to be blest.

Psalm 143

First Version (C.M.)

1    Lord, hear my pray’r, attend my suits;

          and in thy faithfulness

     Give thou an answer unto me,

          and in thy righteousness.

2    Thy servant also bring thou not

          in judgment to be try’d:

     Because no living man can be

          in thy sight justify’d.

3    For th’ en’my hath pursu’d my soul,

          my life to ground down tread:

     In darkness he hath made me dwell,

          as who have long been dead.

4    My sp’rit is therefore overwhelm’d

          in me perplexedly;

     Within me is my very heart

          amazed wondrously.

5    I call to mind the days of old,

          to meditate I use

     On all thy works; upon the deeds

          I of thy hands do muse.

6    My hands to thee I stretch; my soul

          thirsts, as dry land, for thee.

7    Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails:

          hide not thy face from me;

     Lest like to them I do become

          that go down to the dust.

8    At morn let me thy kindness hear;

          for in thee do I trust.

     Teach me the way that I should walk:

          I lift my soul to thee.

9    Lord, free me from my foes; I flee

          to thee to cover me.

10   Because thou art my God, to do

          thy will do me instruct:

     Thy Sp’rit is good, me to the land

          of uprightness conduct.

11   Revive and quicken me, O Lord,

          ev’n for thine own name’s sake;

     And do thou, for thy righteousness,

          my soul from trouble take.

12   And of thy mercy slay my foes;

          let all destroyed be

     That do afflict my soul: for I

          a servant am to thee.

Second Version (

1    Oh, hear my prayer, Lord,

          And unto my desire

     To bow thine ear accord,

          I humbly thee require;

     And, in thy faithfulness,

          Unto me answer make,

     And, in thy righteousness,

          Upon me pity take.

2    In judgment enter not

          With me thy servant poor;

     For why, this well I wot,

          No sinner can endure

     The sight of thee, O God:

          If thou his deeds shalt try,

     He dare make none abode

          Himself to justify.

3    Behold, the cruel foe

          Me persecutes with spite,

     My soul to overthrow:

          Yea, he my life down quite

     Unto the ground hath smote,

          And made me dwell full low

     In darkness, as forgot,

          Or men dead long ago.

4    Therefore my sp’rit much vex’d,

          O’erwhelm’d is me within;

     My heart right sore perplex’d

          And desolate hath been.

5    Yet I do call to mind

          What ancient days record,

     Thy works of ev’ry kind

          I think upon, O Lord.

6    Lo, I do stretch my hands

          To thee, my help alone;

     For thou well understands

          All my complaint and moan:

     My thirsting soul desires,

          And longeth after thee,

     As thirsty ground requires

          With rain refresh’d to be.

7    Lord, let my pray’r prevail,

          To answer it make speed;

     For, lo, my sp’rit doth fail:

          Hide not thy face in need;

     Lest I be like to those

          That do in darkness sit,

     Or him that downward goes

          Into the dreadful pit.

8    Because I trust in thee,

          O Lord, cause me to hear

     Thy loving-kindness free,

          When morning doth appear:

     Cause me to know the way

          Wherein my path should be;

     For why, my soul on high

          I do lift up to thee.

9    From my fierce enemy

          In safety do me guide,

     Because I flee to thee,

          Lord, that thou may’st me hide.

10   My God alone art thou,

          Teach me thy righteousness:

     Thy Sp’rit’s good, lead me to

          The land of uprightness.

11   O Lord, for thy name’s sake,

          Be pleas’d to quicken me;

     And, for thy truth, forth take

          My soul from misery.

12   And of thy grace destroy

          My foes, and put to shame

     All who my soul annoy;

          For I thy servant am.

Psalm 144

1    O blessed ever be the Lord,

          who is my strength and might,

     Who doth instruct my hands to war,

          my fingers teach to fight.

2    My goodness, fortress, my high tow’r,

          deliverer, and shield,

     In whom I trust: who under me

          my people makes to yield.

3    Lord, what is man, that thou of him

          dost so much knowledge take?

     Or son of man, that thou of him

          so great account dost make?

4    Man is like vanity; his days,

          as shadows, pass away.

5    Lord, bow thy heav’ns, come down,

          touch thou the hills, and smoke shall they.

6    Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them;

          thine arrows shoot, them rout.

7    Thine hand send from above, me save;

          from great depths draw me out;

     And from the hand of children strange,

8         Whose mouth speaks vanity;

     And their right hand is a right hand

          that works deceitfully.

9    A new song I to thee will sing,

          Lord, on a psaltery;

     I on a ten-string’d instrument

          will praises sing to thee.

10   Ev’n he it is that unto kings

          salvation doth send;

     Who his own servant David doth

          from hurtful sword defend.

11   O free me from strange children’s hand,

          whose mouth speaks vanity;

     And their right hand a right hand is

          that works deceitfully.

12   That, as the plants, our sons may be

          in youth grown up that are;

     Our daughters like to corner-stones,

          carv’d like a palace fair.

13   That to afford all kind of store

          our garners may be fill’d;

     That our sheep thousands, in our streets

          ten thousands they may yield.

14    That strong our oxen be for work,

          that no in-breaking be,

     Nor going out; and that our streets

          may from complaints be free.

15   Those people blessed are who be

          in such a case as this;

     Yea, blessed all those people are,

          whose God Jehovah is.

Psalm 145

First Version (C.M.)

1    I’ll thee extol, my God, O King;

          I’ll bless thy name always.

2    Thee will I bless each day, and will

          thy name for ever praise.

3    Great is the Lord, much to be prais’d;

          his greatness search exceeds.

4    Race unto race shall praise thy works,

          and shew thy mighty deeds.

5    I of thy glorious majesty

          the honour will record;

     I’ll speak of all thy mighty works,

          which wondrous are, O Lord.

6    Men of thine acts the might shall show,

          thine acts that dreadful are;

     And I, thy glory to advance,

          thy greatness will declare.

7    The mem’ry of thy goodness great

          they largely shall express;

     With songs of praise they shall extol

          thy perfect righteousness.

8    The Lord is very gracious,

          in him compassions flow;

     In mercy he is very great,

          and is to anger slow.

9    The Lord Jehovah unto all

          his goodness doth declare;

     And over all his other works

          his tender mercies are.

10   Thee all thy works shall praise, O Lord,

          and thee thy saints shall bless;

11   They shall thy kingdom’s glory show,

          thy pow’r by speech express:

12   To make the sons of men to know

          his acts done mightily,

And of his kingdom th’ excellent

          and glorious majesty.

13   Thy kingdom shall for ever stand,

          thy reign through ages all.

14   God raiseth all that are bow’d down,

          upholdeth all that fall.

15   The eyes of all things wait on thee,

          the giver of all good;

     And thou, in time convenient,

          bestow’st on them their food:

16   Thine hand thou open’st lib’rally,

          and of thy bounty gives

     Enough to satisfy the need

          of ev’ry thing that lives.

17   The Lord is just in all his ways,

          holy in his works all.

18   God’s near to all that call on him,

          in truth that on him call.

19   He will accomplish the desire

          of those that do him fear:

     He also will deliver them,

          and he their cry will hear.

20   The Lord preserves all who him love,

          that nought can them annoy:

     But he all those that wicked are

          will utterly destroy.

21   My mouth the praises of the Lord

          to publish cease shall never:

     Let all flesh bless his holy name

          for ever and for ever.

Second Version (L.M.)

1    O Lord, thou art my God and King;

          Thee will I magnify and praise:

     I will thee bless, and gladly sing

          Unto thy holy name always.

2    Each day I rise I will thee bless,

 And praise thy name time without end.

3    Much to be prais’d, and great God is;

          His greatness none can comprehend.

4    Race shall thy works praise unto race,

          The mighty acts show done by thee.

5    I will speak of the glorious grace,

          And honour of thy majesty;

     Thy wondrous works I will record.

6         By men the might shall be extoll’d

     Of all thy dreadful acts, O Lord:

          And I thy greatness will unfold.

7    They utter shall abundantly

          The mem’ry of thy goodness great;

     And shall sing praises cheerfully,

          Whilst they thy righteousness relate.

8    The Lord our God is gracious,

          Compassionate is he also;

     In mercy he is plenteous,

          But unto wrath and anger slow.

9    Good unto all men is the Lord:

          O’er all his works his mercy is.

10   Thy works all praise to thee afford:

          Thy saints, O Lord, thy name shall bless.

11   The glory of thy kingdom show

          Shall they, and of thy power tell:

12   That so men’s sons his deeds may know,

          His kingdom’s grace that doth excel.

13   Thy kingdom hath none end at all,

          It doth through ages all remain.

14   The Lord upholdeth all that fall,

          The cast-down raiseth up again.

15   The eyes of all things, Lord, attend,

          And on thee wait that here do live,

     And thou, in season due, dost send

          Sufficient food them to relieve.

16   Yea, thou thine hand dost open wide,

          And ev’ry thing dost satisfy

That lives, and doth on earth abide,

          Of thy great liberality.

17   The Lord is just in his ways all,

          And holy in his works each one.

18   He’s near to all that on him call,

          Who call in truth on him alone.

19   God will the just desire fulfil

          Of such as do him fear and dread:

     Their cry regard, and hear he will,

          And save them in the time of need.

20   The Lord preserves all, more and less,

          That bear to him a loving heart:

     But workers all of wickedness

          Destroy will he, and clean subvert.

21   Therefore my mouth and lips I’ll frame

          To speak the praises of the Lord:

     To magnify his holy name

          For ever let all flesh accord.