1 O praise the Lord, for he is good,
His mercies still endure;
Thus say the ransomed of the Lord,
From all their foes secure.

2 He gathered them from out the lands,
From north, south, east and west.
They strayed in desert's pathless way,
No city found for rest.

3 Their weary soul within them faints
When thirst and hunger press;
In trouble then they cried to God,
He saved them from distress.

4 He made the way before them straight,
Himself became their guide,
That they might to a city go
Wherein they might abide.

5 O that men would Jehovah praise
For all his kindness shown,
And for his works so wonderful
Which he to men makes known!

6 Because the longing soul by him
With food is satisfied;
The hungry soul that looks to him
With goodness is supplied.