O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord our maker. For he is our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. To day if ye will hear his voice,

In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is his also. The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.

O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.

But the Lord is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.

Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence. When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.

Blessed is the man whom thou chastenest, O Lord, and teachest him out of thy law; That thou mayest give him rest from the days of adversity, until the pit be digged for the wicked.

Yet they say, The Lord shall not see, neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.

Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph? How long shall they utter and speak hard things? and all the workers of iniquity boast themselves?

Thy testimonies are very sure: holiness becometh thine house, O Lord, for ever.

The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.