The eye which saw him shall see him no more; Neither shall his place any more behold him.

Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward; They cannot be set in order unto thee; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

But I will hope continually, And will praise thee yet more and more.

Jehovah increase you more and more, You and your children.

My soul waiteth for the Lord More than watchmen wait for the morning; Yea, more than watchmen for the morning.

But the path of the righteous is as the dawning light, That shineth more and more unto the perfect day.

There is that scattereth, and increaseth yet more; And there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth only to want.