O Lord our Governor, how excellent is thy Name in all the world *

thou that hast set thy glory above the heavens!

Out of the mouth of very babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength, because of thine enemies *

that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.

For I will consider thy heavens, even the works of thy fingers *

the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained.

What is man, that thou art mindful of him *

and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

Thou madest him lower than the angels *

to crown him with glory and worship.

Thou makest him to have dominion of the works of thy hands *

and thou hast put all things in subjection under his feet;

All sheep and oxen *

yea, and the beasts of the field;

The fowls of the air, and the fishes of the sea *

and whatsoever walketh through the paths of the seas.

O Lord our Governor *

how excellent is thy Name in all the world!

Lord, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle  *

or who shall rest upon thy holy hill?

Even he that leadeth an uncorrupt life *

and doeth the thing which is right, and speaketh the truth from his heart.

He that hath used no deceit in his tongue, nor done evil to his neighbour *

and hath not slandered his neighbour.

He that setteth not by himself, but is lowly in his own eyes *

and maketh much of them that fear the Lord.

He that sweareth unto his neighbour, and disappointeth him not *

though it were to his own hindrance.

He that hath not given his money upon usury *

nor taken reward against the innocent.

Whoso doeth these things *

shall never fall.

The King shall rejoice in thy strength, O Lord  *

exceeding glad shall he be of thy salvation.

Thou hast given him his heart’s desire *

and hast not denied him the request of his lips.

For thou shalt prevent him with the blessings of goodness *

and shalt set a crown of pure gold upon his head.

He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him a long life *

even for ever and ever.

His honour is great in thy salvation *

glory and great worship shalt thou lay upon him.

For thou shalt give him everlasting felicity *

and make him glad with the joy of thy countenance.

And why? because the King putteth his trust in the Lord *

and in the mercy of the most Highest he shall not miscarry.

All thine enemies shall feel thine hand *

thy right hand shall find out them that hate thee.

Thou shalt make them like a fiery oven in time of thy wrath *

the Lord shall destroy them in his displeasure, and the fire shall consume them.

Their fruit shalt thou root out of the earth *

and their seed from among the children of men.

For they intended mischief against thee *

and imagined such a device as they are not able to perform.

Therefore shalt thou put them to flight *

and the strings of thy bow shalt thou make ready against the face of them.

Be thou exalted, Lord, in thine own strength *

so we will sing, and praise thy power.