Portions adapted by Julie Tennent from the 1650 Scottish Metrical Psalter
1To render thanks unto the Lord; it is a goodly thing;
And to Your name, O Lord Most High, with music to You sing.
2Your lovingkindness to proclaim when shines the morning light;
And to declare Your faithfulness with pleasure every night.
3With harp and lute and ten-stringed lyre, I’ll praise to You play forth;
4I’ll sing for joy at Your hands’ work – You’ve made me glad, O Lord.
5How great Your works, O Lord, and how profound Your thoughts and deep;
6The senseless man can’t understand; fools can’t such knowledge keep.
7Though wicked spring up like the grass and flourish for a time,
8They’ll be destroyed, but You, O Lord, forever are on high.
9Your enemies will perish, Lord; the wicked scattered be;
10But You my horn lift like an ox; with oil You anoint me.
11My eyes have seen my foes’ defeat; my ears heard of their end;
12The righteous flourish like a tree, great trees of Lebanon.
13Those that within the house of God are planted by His grace,
They’ll grow and flourish in the courts of our God’s holy place.
14And in old age, they’ll still bear fruit, and green will be their stem;
15Proclaiming, “Upright is the Lord; my Rock – no wrong’s in Him!”