Praise Ye the Lord, for He Is Good

Praise ye the Lord

for He is good;

Give thanks and bless His name;

His lov­ing­kind­ness chang­es not

From age to age the same.

What tongue can tell His migh­ty deeds

His won­drous works and ways?

O who can show His glo­ry forth

Or ut­ter all His praise?

The Lord will bless and pros­per those

Yea

blest in­deed are they

Whose ways are just

who con­stant­ly

His right­eous law ob­ey.

O Lord

re­mem­ber me in grace

Let me sal­va­tion see;

The grace Thou show­est to Thy saints

That grace re­veal to me.

Let me be­hold Thy peo­ple’s good

And in their joy re­joice;

With Thy tri­umph­ant her­it­age

Let me lift up my voice.

In ev­il we have gone as­tray

And sin­ful is our race;

Rebelliously our fat­hers walked

Forgetful of Thy grace.

Though they re­belled

yet for their help

In sav­ing strength He came

To make His power al­migh­ty known

And glo­ri­fy His name.

He brought them safe­ly through the sea

And ov­er­whelmed their foes;

Their faith was stirred

and for the time

Their songs of praise arose.

Forgetful soon

they tempt­ed God

Nor for His coun­sel cared;

He sent them lean­ness in their souls

While they earth’s boun­ties shared.

With en­vy they re­gard­ed those

Whom God to them had sent;

The op­en­ing earth

the kind­ling flame

Brought aw­ful pun­ish­ment.

A gold­en im­age they adored

And wor­shiped at its shrine;

Thus they des­pised the liv­ing God

And scorned His love di­vine.

Their God and Sav­ior they for­got

Their help­er and their stay

But Mos­es pled the pro­mised grace

And turned God’s wrath away.

Yea

they des­pised the plea­sant land

The pro­mised land of God

And tempt­ed Him to make them fall

And scat­ter them abroad.

They sac­ri­ficed to hea­then gods

And God their sin re­paid;

Then ho­ly wrath avenged the wrong

And so the plague was stayed.

The Lord ap­proved the right­eous act

Of him who sin ab­horred

And hon­ored him for­ev­er­more

With just and great re­ward.

By wick­ed strife they an­gered God

His wrath they did pro­voke;

And stirred by their re­bel­li­ous cries

Their lead­er rash­ly spoke.

Ensnared

they served the hea­then gods

And by them were be­guiled;

The blood of child­ren sac­ri­ficed

The ve­ry land de­filed.

Against His own in­her­it­ance

Jehovah’s wrath arose

His chos­en people He con­demned

To serve their hea­then foes.

Though from their harsh op­press­ors’ hand

Ofttimes He set them free

Rebellious still

they were brought low

In their ini­qui­ty.

When un­to God they cried

He heard

And turned again His face

In bound­less love re­mem­bering

The co­ve­nant of His grace.

He ev­en touched their cap­tors’ hearts

And made their ve­ry foes

Compassionate and pi­ti­ful

To feel His peo­ple’s woes.

Save us

O Lord

our gra­cious God

From ali­en lands re­claim

That we may tri­umph in Thy praise

And bless Thy ho­ly name.

Blest be the Lord our co­ve­nant God

All praise to Him ac­cord;

Let all the peo­ple say

Amen.

Praise ye

praise ye the Lord.