The Lord I will at all times bless,
My mouth His praises shall ex­press;
In Him shall all my boast­ing be,
While all the meek re­joice with me.

O mag­ni­fy the Lord with me,
Let us to praise His name agree;
I sought the Lord, He an­swered me,
And from my fears he set me free.

We looked to Him and light re­ceived,
Ashamed we shall not be;
Our hum­ble cry Je­ho­vah heard
From trou­ble set us free.

The an­gel of the Lord en­camps
Around about His own,
Delivers them from all their foes,
Lest they be ov­er­thrown.

O taste and see that God is good
To all that seek His face;
Yea, blest the man that trusts in Him,
Confiding in His grace.

O fear the Lord, all ye His saints;
No want shall bring dis­tress;
The li­on’s young may pine for food,
The saints all good pos­sess.