Psalm 62

choir

My soul truly waiteth still upon God;
for of him cometh my salvation.
He verily is my strength and my salvation;
he is my defence,
so that I shall not greatly fall.
How long will ye imagine mischief against every man?
Ye shall be slain all the sort of you;
yea, as a tottering wall shall ye be, and like a broken hedge.
Their device is only how to put him out whom God will exalt;
their delight is in lies.
They give good words with their mouth,
but curse with their heart.
Nevertheless, my soul, wait thou still upon God;
for my hope is in him.
He truly is my strength and my salvation;
he is my defence, so that I shall not fall.
In God is my health and my glory,
the rock of my might; and in God is my trust.
O put your trust in him always, ye people;
pour out your hearts before him, for God is our hope.

Glory be to the Father
and to the Son
and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning,
is now and ever shall be.
World without end.
Amen.

Westminster Abbey Choir