1 How good it is to thank the Lord,
and praise to you, Most High, accord,
to show your love with morning light,
and tell your faithfulness each night;
yea, good it is your praise to sing,
and all our sweetest music bring.
2 O Lord, with joy my heart expands
before the wonders of your hands;
great works, Jehovah, you have wrought,
exceeding deep your ev'ry thought;
a foolish man knows not their worth,
nor he whose mind is of the earth.
3 When as the grass the wicked grow,
when sinners flourish here below,
then is there endless ruin nigh,
but you, O Lord, are throned on high;
your foes shall fall before your might,
the wicked shall be put to flight.
4 The righteous man shall flourish well,
and in the house of God shall dwell;
he shall be like a goodly tree,
and all his life shall fruitful be;
for righteous is the Lord and just,
he is my rock, in him I trust.
|First Line:||How good it is to thank the Lord|
|Title:||How Good It Is to Thank the Lord|
|Topic:||God: Praise of; Man: Dignity of; Punishment of Wicked(1 more...)|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912; mod.|
|Composer:||Dmitri Bortniansky (1825)|