Praise Ye the Lord, for It Is Good

Praise ye the Lord

for it is good

To sing un­to our God;

’Tis right and plea­sant for His saints

To tell His praise abroad.

The Lord our God builds up His Church

He seeks her wan­der­ing sons;

He binds their wounds and gent­ly heals

The brok­en-heart­ed ones.

Our Lord is great

He calls by name

And counts the stars of night;

His wis­dom is un­search­able

And wond­rous is His might.

The Lord up­holds the poor and meek

He brings the wick­ed low;

Sing praise to Him and give Him thanks

And all His good­ness show.

No hu­man might

no earth­ly pride

Delights the Lord above;

In them that fear Him He de­lights

In them that trust His love.

O Zion

praise the Lord thy God

His won­drous love con­fess;

He is thy glo­ry and thy strength

He will thy child­ren bless.