¹ It is good to praise the LORD
and make music to your name, O Most High,
² proclaiming your love in the morning
and your faithfulness at night,
³ to the music of the ten-stringed lyre
and the melody of the harp.
⁴ For you make me glad by your deeds, LORD;
I sing for joy at what your hands have done.
⁵ How great are your works, LORD,
how profound your thoughts!
⁶ Senseless people do not know,
fools do not understand,
⁷ that though the wicked spring up like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they will be destroyed forever.
⁸ But you, LORD, are forever exalted.
⁹ For surely your enemies, LORD,
surely your enemies will perish;
all evildoers will be scattered.
¹⁰ You have exalted my horn like that of a wild ox;
fine oils have been poured on me.
¹¹ My eyes have seen the defeat of my adversaries;
my ears have heard the rout of my wicked foes.
¹² The righteous will flourish like a palm tree,
they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;
¹³ planted in the house of the LORD,
they will flourish in the courts of our God.
¹⁴ They will still bear fruit in old age,
they will stay fresh and green,
¹⁵ proclaiming, “The LORD is upright;
he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him. ”

Psalm 92

It is good to praise Jehovah

Every day, to thank the Lord,

“For your kindness, Lord, I thank you,

Ev’ry morning raise my voice;

And when evening comes, I praise you,

In your faithfulness rejoice.”

Sing His praises to the music

Of the harp and lute and lyre;

“Lord, I revel in your goodness;

You have done so much for me.

Joy springs up when I remember

How you’ve cared so patiently.”

“How amazing are your works, Lord,

Deep your thoughts, unfath’mable;

None can comprehend your wisdom —

Wicked men don’t understand

That, though now they grow and flourish’

Justice, truth, comes from your hand.

But our God will rule forever

In the heav’ns, exalted high;

While His foes, all evil-doers,

Will be scattered far and wide.

You have made me strong as oxen;

Blessings on my head abide.

I have heard you speak the end of

All my foes — they’ll be destroyed,

But the godly shall, like cedars,

Tall and strong in Lebanon,

Planted in the Lord’s own garden,

He Himself takes care of them.

Even when they’re grey and aging,

They’ll bear fruit, they’ll still be green:

Through their lives the Lord is honoured,

Shows to all His faithful care.

He’s my rock, and He’s my shelter;

I find only goodness there.