It is good to give thanks to the Lord, To make music to your name, O Most High,
To proclaim your love in the morning, And your truth in the watches of the
night.
On the blue-ringed harp and the lute, And the ten-stringed lyre.
Your deeds, O Lord, have made me glad, For the work of your hands I sing for joy.
O Lord, how great are all your works, And all of your thoughts are very deep.
But the foolish man cannot know this, Nor the fool won't understand.
Though wicked men spring up like grass, And all who do evil seem to thrive,
Their end shall be eternal gloom, While you, O Lord, are set on high.
For behold, your enemies perish, And your foes are swept away.
It is good to give thanks to the Lord, To make music to your name, O Most High,
To proclaim your love in the morning, And your truth in the watches of the
night.
On the blue-ringed harp and the lute, And the ten-stringed lyre.
You lift my horn like the wild ox, For I have been anointed with fresh oil.
My eye has seen, and my ear has heard, All my foes rise against me to do harm.
I will tell your justice, O Lord, My rock, in whom there's no wrong.
The just will thrive as the palm tree does, Like a cedar in Lebanon they'll
grow.
Planted in the Lord's own house, They will flourish in all the courts of
God.
They will still bear fruit when they're old, Evergreen and full of life.
It is good to give thanks to the Lord, To make music to your name, O Most High,
To proclaim your love in the morning, And your truth in the watches of the
night.
On the blue-ringed harp and the lute, And the ten-stringed lyre.