Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, His love is everlasting.
Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, Redeemed from the hand of their foe.
Gathered from lands of east and west, And from the north and south, They roamed
through the wild and desert lands, Without a place called home.
There they were hungry and full of thirst, Their soul then fainted within.
They cried to the Lord in their distress, Who saved them from their trials.
He also led them by straight paths, To find a place called home.
Give thanks to the Lord for His great love, Unto the sons of men.
The redeemed satisfies the thirsty soul, The hungry soul with good.
Some dwelt in the dark and shades of death, Those bound in anguish and chains.
For they had rebelled against God's words, And spurned the Most High's voice.
He humbled their heart with weariness, They stumbled with none to help.
They cried to the Lord in their distress, Who saved them from their trials.
Led out of the dark and the shades of death, And broke their bands apart.
Give thanks to the Lord for His great love, Unto the sons of men.
For He's broken down the gates of bronze, And cut the bars of iron.
The fools set upon their rebellious ways, Were humbled for their sins.
Their soul, like pouring all kinds of food, Approached the gates of death.
They cried to the Lord in their distress, Who saved them from their trials.
He sent out His word to heal them, And save them from their ruin.
Give thanks to the Lord for His great love, Unto the sons of men.
As sacrifice bring thanksgiving, And tell His works in song.
Of those in ships gone to the sea, Whose work is on great waters,
They've seen the works done by the Lord, His wonders in the deep.
He spoke then to raise the stormy wind, To lift the waves of the sea.
They rose up to heaven, sang to the depths, Their soul in sadness sang.
They reeled and they rocked like drunken men, And were at their wits' end.
They cried to the Lord in their distress, Who saved them from their trials.
He caused the storm to become still, The ocean's waves were hushed.
Then they were glad when it was calm, Led to a pleasant harbor.
Give thanks to the Lord for His great love, Unto the sons of men.
Exalt in the congregation, Praise Him in His home of old.
He makes up the streams a wilderness, The springs a thirsty ground.
Makes fruit-bearing land a waste of salt, When evil dwells therein.
The desert He turns into a lake, Dry land to springs of water.
And there He will make the hungry dwell, To build a place called home.
To sow their fields and vineyards plant, To bring a fruitful yield.
He blesses them so they increase, Their herds will never fail.
When they're diminished and bowed down, When hurt, oppressed, or grieved,
He pours contempt on the princes, Who roam a pathless waste.
But He sets the poor secure on high, Away from all their pains.
His tribe shall be calm, just like a flock, The just shall see and be glad.
But unrighteousness will shut its mouth, Now where is the one who's wise?
Now let him give heed and understand, The kindness of the Lord.
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, His love is everlasting.
Oh, let the ringing of the Lord say, So we've found a place called home.
Yes, let the ringing of the Lord say, So we've found a place called home.