A Song of degrees.

8,6,8,6

^1Behold, bless ye the Lord, all ye

that his attendants are,

Ev'n you that in God's temple be,

and praise him nightly there.

^2Your hands within God's holy place

lift up, and praise his name.

^3From Sion' hill the Lord thee bless,

that heav'n and earth did frame.