It is good to give thanks to the Lord
To Your name, O Most High, sing my praise
Every morning I declare Your lovingkindness
And Your faithfulness at night my soul surveys.
With our strings, harp, and lute we rejoice
Sing for joy at the works of Your hand
All You’ve done fills our hearts with such happiness
Your great works and deep thoughts we understand.
But the fool cannot know You like this
Like the grass they will wither and fade
For a moment they may prosper and flourish
But the grave and destruction can’t evade.
You, O Lord, reign forever on high
All Your foes You consume and destroy
But the righteous will flourish like the palm tree
All the blessings of the Lord they will enjoy.
You’ve anointed my head with fresh oil
Like the ox and the bull made me strong
I rejoice in the downfall of the enemy
As You scatter all the wicked who do wrong.
Planted in the house of Adonai
We flourish in the courts of our God
Fresh and green, bearing fruit even when we are old
The Lord our Rock, who is righteous, we applaud!
© 2014 J Dan Small