4. He mischief, lying on his bed,most cunningly doth plot:He sets himself in ways not good,ill he abhorreth not.
5. Thy mercy, Lord, is in the heav'ns;thy truth doth reach the clouds:
6. Thy justice is like mountains great;thy judgments deep as floods:Lord, thou preservest man and beast.
7. How precious is thy grace!Therefore in shadow of thy wingsmen's sons their trust shall place.
8. They with the fatness of thy houseshall be well satisfy'd;From rivers of thy pleasures thouwilt drink to them provide.
9. Because of life the fountain pureremains alone with thee;And in that purest light of thinewe clearly light shall see.
10. Thy loving-kindness unto themcontinue that thee know;And still on men upright in heartthy righteousness bestow.