(Sung to the tune There Is A Fountain)
Give praise and thanks unto The Lord,
For bountiful is He;
His tender mercy doth endure
God's mighty works who can express?
Or shew forth all His praise?
Blessed are they that judgment keep,
And justly do always.
Remember me, Lord, with that love
Which Thou to thine dost bear;
With Thy salvation, O my God,
To visit me draw near:
That I Thy chosen's good may see,
And in their joy rejoice;
And may with thine inheritance
Triumph with cheerful voice.
We with our fathers sinned have,
And of iniquity
Too long we have the workers been;
We have done wickedly.
The wonders great, which Thou, O Lord,
Didst work in Egypt land,
Our fathers, though they saw, yet them
They did not understand:
And they Thy mercies' multitude
Kept not in memory;
But at the sea, ev'n the Red Sea,
Provoked Him grievously.
Nevertheless He saved them,
Ev'n for His own name's sake;
That so He might to be well known
His mighty power make.
He many times deliver'd them;
But with their counsel so
They Him provok'd, that for their sin
They were brought very low.
Yet their affliction He beheld,
When He did hear their cry:
And He for them His covenant
Did call to memory:
Psalm 106:1-8, 43-45 in metre, Scottish Psalter