168. 'Tis good to thank the Lord

1. 'Tis good to thank the Lord,
And sing thy Praise, Most-high;
2. Each Morn, thy Kindness to record,
Each Night, thy Verity.
3. On Ten-string'd Instrument,
With Psalt'ry's tuneful Wind;
On sprightly Harps, in one Consent,
With solemn Voices joyn'd.

4. Thy Work of Pow'r, and Grace,
Lord, makes my Heart rejoice;
I, in thy handy-Works, will raise,
With Shouts of Praise, my Voice.
5. How great thy Works are, Lord!
How very deep thy Thought!
6. A brutish Man knows not thy Word;
Nor Fools what thou hast wrought.

7. When wicked Men do spring.
Like Grass, look fresh and fair,
'Tis that to Ruin thou may'st them bring,
And cover with Despair.
8. Thou'rt ever. Lord, Most-high,
9. For lo, thy Foes shall fall;
And they that work Iniquity,
Shall be dispersed all.

10. But thou mine Horn shalt raise,
As Unicorn's, on high;
And with fresh Oyl, thro' all my Days,
Anointed be shall I.
11. Mine Eye shall see the Doom,
Mine Ear the End shall hear,
That on my Spies, and Foes, shall come;
And such as Malice bear.

12, The Just, like Palms, shall thrive,
Like Leb'non's Cedars grow:
13. Those in the Lord's House planted, live,
In's Courts they glorious show.
14. In Age, their Fruit is bright,
With Strength, and Verdure, crown'd.
15. To shew the Lord, my Rock, 's upright;
In him no Falshood's found.

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First Line: 'Tis good to thank the Lord
Language: English
Publication Date: 1752
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Notes: 2nd Meetre
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