1 O praise the Lord, for it is good
to sing unto our God;
'tis right and pleasant for his saints
to tell his praise abroad.
The Lord our God builds up his church,
finds those who draw apart;
he binds their wounds and gently leads,
he heals the broken heart.
2 Our Lord is great: he calls by name
and counts the stars of night;
his wisdom is unsearchable,
and wondrous is his might.
The Lord upholds the poor and meek
but brings the wicked low;
sing praise to him who sends the rain,
whose care the cattle know.
3 No human might, no earthly pride
delights the Lord above;
in those who fear him he delights,
in those who trust his love.
O Zion, praise the LORD your God,
his wondrous love confess;
he is your glory and your strength,
he will your children bless.
Psalter Hymnal, 1987