How good it is, Lord, to sing Your prais­es;
Pleasant and fit­ting to praise Your name.
Daily Your peo­ple learn of Your good­ness;
You help the down­cast, heal­ing their pain.

You count the stars and call each by name.
Lord, You are great; Your pow’r I de­clare.
Your un­der­stand­ing cannot be mea­sured;
You keep the hum­ble safe in Your care.

I sing Your prais­es with much thanks­giv­ing.
Hear now my mu­sic; my heart is stirred.
You send the rain and then make the grass grow.
You feed the cat­tle and the young birds.

Lord, You de­light in all those who re­ver­ence You,
All those who trust Your love and Your deeds.
I will ex­tol You for all Your bless­ings;
You give me peace and meet all my needs.

You send com­mands through­out all the earth;
Your word runs swift­ly, touch­ing all things.
You spread the snow and scat­ter the hoar­frost,
Hurl down Your hail, then melt all in spring.

You have re­vealed Your laws to Your peo­ple,
Telling us Your com­mands through Your Word.
We are so bless­ed to have Your in­struct­ions;
Alleluia! Praise the Lord!