O praise the LORD, for he is good;
His mercies still endure;
Thus say the ransomed of the LORD,
From all their foes secure,
From all their foes secure.
He gathered them from out the lands,
From north, south, east, and west.
They wandered in the wilderness,
No city found to rest,
No city found to rest.
Their weary soul within them faints
When thirst and hunger press;
In trouble to the LORD they cried;
He saved them from distress,
He saved them from distress.
He made the way before them straight,
And He became their guide,
That they might to a city go
In which they would abide,
In which they would abide.
Let them give thanks unto the LORD
For all His kindness shown,
And for His works so wonderful
Which He to men makes known,
Which He to men makes known.
Because the longing soul by Him
With food is satisfied;
The hungry soul that looks to Him
With goodness is supplies,
With goodness is supplied.
