'Tis good, and sweet, to thank the Lord

Verse 1

'Tis good, and sweet, to thank the Lord; Praise to thy name to sing, Most High.

Verse 2

Each morn, thy kindness, to record; And every night, thy verity.

Verse 3

Upon a ten-stringed instrument, With psaltery, in sweet compound; On sprightly harp, in one consent, With sacred songs, and solemn sound.

Verse 4

Thou, through thy work of power, and grace, O Lord, hast made my heart rejoice; The works thine hand hath wrought, shall raise My shout to thee, with thankful voice.

Verse 5

How wondrous great thy works are, Lord! And how profoundly deep thy thought!

Verse 6

A brutish man knows not thy word; Nor fools perceive what thou hast wrought.

Verse 7

When, like the grass, the wicked spring. And flourishing, look fresh, and fair; It is, that thou may'st on them bring An endless ruin, and despair.

Verse 8

But thou. Lord, ever art Most High

Verse 9

For lo, thy foes shall quite decay; And all that work iniquity, In wrath, shall be dispersed away.

Verse 10

But thou, mine horn, on high shalt raise, Fixed as the unicorn's, secure; Thy fresh anointing oil conveys New joys to me, unmixed, and pure.

Verse 11

Mine eyes shall see the expected doom, Mine ears the dismal end shall hear, That on my secret foes shall come; And those me open malice bear.

Verse 12

The just, like fruitful palms, shall thrive; Like Lebanon's tall cedars grow.

Verse 13

They in the Lord's house planted, live. And flourish, in his courts below.

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They still bear fruit, when aged grown; With vigor filled, and verdure crowned.

Verse 15

The Lord, my rock, thus upright's known; In him there's no injustice found.