O PRAISE the Lord, ’tis good to raise The grateful heart to God in praise; When fallen, raised; when lost, restored; O, it is good to praise the Lord!
Great is His power, divine His skill, His love diviner, greater still; The sinner’s Friend, the mourner’s stay, He sends no seeking soul away.
The lions roar to Him for bread, The ravens by His hand are fed; And shall His chosen flock despair? Shall they mistrust their Shepherd’s care?
His Church is precious in His sight; He makes her glory His delight, His treasures on her head are poured; O Zion’s children, praise the Lord.
Such wonders of His love and grace Are given to His chosen race; To those He loves He shows His Word; O, it is good to praise the Lord!
Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847‡