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'Tis good to thank the Lord

'Tis good to thank the Lord

Author: John Barnard
Published in 1 hymnal

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1. 'Tis good to thank the Lord,
And sing thy praise, Most Jigh;
2. Each morn, thy eindness to record,
Each night, thy verity.
3. On ten-stringed instrument,
With psaltery's tuneful wind;
On sprightly harps, in one consent,
With solemn voices joined.

4. Thy work of power, and grace,
Lord, makes my heart rejoice;
I, in thy handiworks, will raise,
With shouts of praise, my voice.
5. How great thy works are, Lord!
How very deep thy thought!
6. A brutish man knows not thy word;
Nor fools what thou hast wrought.

7. When wicked men do spring.
Like grass, look fresh and fair,
'Tis that to ruin thou may'st them bring,
And cover with despair.
8. Thou'rt ever, Lord, Most High,
9. For lo, thy foes shall fall;
And they that work iniquity,
Shall be dispersed all.

10. But thou mine horn shalt raise,
As unicorn's, on high;
And with fresh oil, through all my days,
Anointed be shall I.
11. Mine eye shall see the doom,
Mine ear the end shall hear,
That on my spies, and foes, shall come;
And such as malice bear.

12, The just, like palms, shall thrive,
Like Lebanon's cedars grow:
13. Those in the Lord's house planted, live,
In his courts they glorious show.
14. In age, their fruit is bright,
With strength, and verdure, crowned.
15. To show the Lord, my rock's upright;
In him no falsehood's found.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752

Author: John Barnard

John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89. A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: 'Tis good to thank the Lord
Author: John Barnard
Place of Origin: Marblehead, Massachusetts
Language: English