It Is Good to Praise th’Almighty

It is good to praise th’Al­migh­ty

And make mu­sic to Your name;

To pro­claim Your love each morn­ing

And each night Your faith­ful reign.

Add the mu­sic of the lyre

Let the harp lift up its voice.

For You make me glad

my Fa­ther

At Your works I now re­joice.

O how great your works

O Lord God

How pro­found Your thoughts to­ward man.

Senseless men can nev­er fa­thom

Fools can nev­er un­der­stand

That al­though the wick­ed flour­ish

Like the grass that sprouts in spring

They will be de­stroyed for­ev­er

When You come to judge all things.

You

O Lord

ex­alt­ed ev­er

Over all Your ene­mies

Some day they will sure­ly per­ish

Scattered and brought to their knees.

But you’ve made me strong and stur­dy

You’ve re­freshed me by Your care.

I have seen my ad­ver­sar­ies

Vanquished and left in des­pair.

See the right­eous

like a palm tree

Or a ce­dar tow­er­ing high

Planted in the Lord’s own gar­den

They will flour­ish and not die.

In old age they’ll still be fruit­ful

Vital

stal­wart

and ro­bust

Saying e’er

The Lord is up­right

He’s my rock

in Him I trust.