We give thanks to You, O Lord, we give thanks.
For Your name is near as Your mysteries proclaim.
We give thanks to You, O Lord, we give thanks.
For Your name is near as Your mysteries proclaim.
For when I said, in appointed time, It is I who judge with equity,
For the earth and all who dwell there melt away, I have firmly said, its pillars sail
on.
To the wicked and proud I said, Do not boast or lift your own horn,
And do not exalt your horn as if on high.
And never speak a word with boastful pride.
We give thanks to You, O Lord, we give thanks.
For Your name is near as Your mysteries proclaim.
Not from east, neither from the west, But from the wilderness comes exalting.
I know that God Himself will be the judge.
It is He who puts down one and lifts another.
There's a cup in the hand of the Lord, The wine is fully mixed and distrothing,
For the wicked on the earth, He pours it out.
Surely they must drink and drain it to the dregs.
We give thanks to You, O Lord, we give thanks.
For Your name is near as Your mysteries proclaim.
As for me, I'll forever tell, And will sing praise to Jacob's God.
All the horns of the unjust will be cut off, But the horns of the upright He will
exalt.
We give thanks to You, O Lord, we give thanks.
For Your name is near as Your mysteries proclaim.