Song of Remembered Promises, from Psalm 92

What goodness swells my heart

when I give thanks to You, Lord,

when I sing praises to You, O Most High.

With joy I proclaim your unfailing love in the morning,

your faithfulness in the evening.

Even better, I praise when accompanied by instruments,

and the harmony of them.

You thrill me, Lord, with all you have done for me!

I sing for joy because of what you have done.

O Lord, what great miracles you do!

Grant me solitude that I might meditate and remember how deep are Your thoughts.

Only an ignorant person would not know this!

Only a fool would not understand it...or one too busy to consider it.

Although the wicked flourish like weeds,

and evildoers blossom with success,

there is only eternal destruction ahead of them. May I ever remember this, and find my hope ever still in Thee.

Give my spirit's eye a vision of You exalted in the heavens,

a vision of You, O Lord, continuing forever.

Your enemies, Lord, will surely perish;

all evildoers will be scattered. May I remember their power

is not eternal.

Then I will see how you have made me as strong as a wild bull.

May I be refreshed by your power!

With my own eyes may I see the downfall of my enemies;

with my own ears may I hear the defeat of my wicked opponents.

Let my eyes see the godly flourishing like palm trees

and growing strong like the cedars of Lebanon.

May these be even they who are transplanted into Your own house.

May they flourish in Your courts, O God.

Even in old age may we still produce fruit, according to Your promises;

we will remain vital and green.

We will declare, "The Lord is just!

He is my rock!

There is nothing but goodness in him!"