It's good to thanks the LORD,, 
To praise Your name, Most High!
To show Your love at dawn,
Your faithfulness all night!
The ten-stringed lyre With sweet-voiced lute
and rippling harp Your praise inspire.

Your deeds, LORD, made me glad.
I'll joy in what You've done.
How great Your doings, LORD!
How deep Your thoughts each one!
Fools won't be shown; The stupid can't
accept this truth, To him unknown!

Though sinners grow like weeds,
Ill-doers blossom may,
They're doomed to be destroyed.
You, LORD, exalted stay.
LORD, Your foes fall. See! How Your foes,
vain evil men, Are scattered all!

You've raised, like ox, my horn,
Poured fresh oil on my head.
You made me see the spires
And hear what plotters said.
Like thriving palm The righteous grows,
like cedars tall On Lebanon.

Those planted by the LORD
Shall in God's courts be seen;
When old they'll still bear fruit
And flourish fresh and green,
And loud proclaim How upright is
the LORD, my Rock; No wrong in Him!