Psalm 34 (Version 3, Part 1)

I'll bless the Lord from day to day;

How good are all his ways!

Ye humble souls that use to pray,

Come, help my lips to praise.

Sing to the honour of his name,

How a poor sufferer cry'd,

Nor was his hope expos'd to shame,

Nor was his suit deny'd.

When threatening sorrows round me stood,

And endless fears arose,

Like the loud billows of a flood,

Redoubling all my woes;

I told the Lord my sore distress

With heavy groans and tears,

He gave my sharpest torments ease,

And silenc'd all my fears.

[O sinners, come and taste his love,

Come, learn his pleasant ways,

And let your own experience prove

The sweetness of his grace.

He bids his angels pitch their tents

Round where his children dwell

What ills their heavenly care prevents

No earthly tongue can tell.]

[O love the Lord, ye saints of his;

His eye regards the just;

How richly blest their portion is

Who make the Lord their trust!

Young lions pinch'd with hunger roar,

And famish in the wood;

But God supplies his holy poor

With every needful good.]