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It Is Good To Praise Th' Almighty

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1 It is good to praise th’Almighty
And make music to Your name;
To proclaim Your love each morning,
And each night Your faithful reign.
Add the music of the lyre,
Let the harp lift up its voice.
For You make me glad, my Father,
At Your works I now rejoice.

2 O how great your works, O Lord God,
How profound Your thoughts toward man.
Senseless men can never fathom,
Fools can never understand
That although the wicked flourish,
Like the grass that sprouts in spring,
They will be destroyed forever,
When You come to judge all things.

3 You, O Lord, exalted ever
Over all Your enemies,
Some day they will surely perish,
Scattered and brought to their knees.
But you’ve made me strong and sturdy,
You’ve refreshed me by Your care.
I have seen my adversaries
Vanquished and left in despair.

4 See the righteous, like a palm tree,
Or a cedar towering high,
Planted in the Lord’s own garden,
They will flourish and not die.
In old age they’ll still be fruitful,
Vital, stalwart, and robust,
Saying e’er, "The Lord is upright,
He’s my rock, in Him I trust."

Author: Susan H. Peterson

Born: Oc­to­ber 17, 1950, Port An­ge­les, Wash­ing­ton. Died: Ju­ly 23, 2004, Per­al­ta, New Mex­i­co. Susan was the se­cond of two girls in the fam­i­ly. Her fa­ther worked for the Na­tion­al Park Ser­vice, so Su­san en­joyed grow­ing up in Na­tion­al Parks and His­tor­ic Sites across Amer­i­ca. She did her un­der­grad­u­ate work at Stan­ford Un­i­ver­si­ty and earned a BS in ma­the­ma­tics in 1972. The next year she took a one-year grad­u­ate pro­gram at Mult­no­mah School of the Bi­ble in Port­land, Or­e­gon, and re­ceived a Cer­tif­i­cate of Bi­ble up­on com­ple­tion. She de­cid­ed not to pur­sue a ca­reer in com­put­er sci­ence, as she had orig­in­al­ly in… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: It is good to praise th’ Almighty
Title: It Is Good To Praise Th' Almighty
Author: Susan H. Peterson (1998)
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain



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