1 O taste and see, the Lord is good,
O fear Him, ye, His saints;
There is no lack, no good withheld,
Nor shall we ever faint.
Refrain:
My soul doth make its boast in God,
The humble glad shall be;
O magnify with me the Lord,
And in His Son be free.
2 His angels camp round them who trust;
No danger shall come nigh;
Depart from evil and do good,
And He will hear thy cry. [Refrain]
3 The Lord is nigh the broken heart,
And saveth all who call;
From troubles and afflictions sore
He will deliver all. [Refrain]
4 This poor man cried, the Lord did hear,
And saved him from all fear;
The Lord redeems, and all who trust
Will find no danger near. [Refrain]
Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving #59