O may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord!
And let their thankful offerings prove
How they adore their maker’s love.

O may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord!
And let their thankful offerings prove
How they adore their maker’s love.
He frees the souls condemned to death,
And when his saints complain,
It shan’t be said, “That praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.”
For those to whom my name is known,
I’ll honour them in heaven;
there my salvation shall be shown,
and endless life be given.
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us,
And establish the work of our hands for us;
Yes, establish the work of our hands
For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
The Lord will give grace and glory;
No good thing will He withhold
From those who walk uprightly.
O Lord of hosts,
Blessed is the man who trusts in You!
Restore us, O God of hosts; let thy face shine, that we may be saved!
Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jest;
Plead Thy own cause, Almighty God,
And give Thy children rest.
Whom have I in heaven but You?
And besides You, I desire nothing on earth.
My God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon Thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthened all my youth.
Your power and goodness, Lord, reach to the highest heavens.
You have done such wonderful things. Where is there another God like you?
But as for me, my prayer is to you, O Lord.
At an acceptable time, O God,
in the abundance of your steadfast love, answer me
Send us around the world with the news of your saving power and your eternal plan for all mankind