To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

8,6,8,6

^1The heav'ns God's glory do declare,

the skies his hand-works preach:

^2Day utters speech to day, and night

to night doth knowledge teach.

^3There is no speech nor tongue to which

their voice doth not extend:

^4Their line is gone through all the earth,

their words to the world's end.

In them he set the sun a tent;

^5Who, bridegroom-like, forth goes

From's chamber, as a strong man doth

to run his race rejoice.

^6From heav'n's end is his going forth,

circling to th' end again;

And there is nothing from his heat

that hidden doth remain.

^7God's law is perfect, and converts

the soul in sin that lies:

God's testimony is most sure,

and makes the simple wise.

^8The statutes of the Lord are right,

and do rejoice the heart:

The Lord's command is pure, and doth

light to the eyes impart.

^9Unspotted is the fear of God,

and doth endure for ever:

The judgments of the Lord are true

and righteous altogether.

^10They more than gold, yea, much fine gold,

to be desired are:

Than honey, honey from the comb

that droppeth, sweeter far.

^11Moreover, they thy servant warn

how he his life should frame:

A great reward provided is

for them that keep the same.

^12Who can his errors understand?

O cleanse thou me within

^13From secret faults. Thy servant keep

from all presumptuous sin:

And do not suffer them to have

dominion over me:

Then, righteous and innocent,

I from much sin shall be.

^14The words which from my mouth proceed,

the thoughts sent from my heart,

Accept, O Lord, for thou my strength

and my Redeemer art.