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.
O may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord
How great his works! how kind his ways!
Let every tongue pronounce his praise
Give thanks to God, He reigns above,
Kind are His thoughts, His name is Love
h, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!
For His mercy endures forever.
To God, the great, the ever blest,
Let songs of honor be addressed;
His mercy firm forever stands
Give Him the thanks His love demands.
Who can utter the mighty acts of the Lord?
Who can declare all His praise?
Give thanks to God, invoke his name,
And tell the world his grace;
Sound through the earth his deeds of fame,
That all may seek his face.
Sing to Him, sing psalms to Him;
Talk of all His wondrous works!
Vast are thy works, almighty Lord,
All nature rests upon thy word,
And the whole race of creatures stands,
Waiting their portion from thy hands
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate
Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise:
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot?