To Render Thanks Unto the Lord
To render thanks unto the Lord
it is a pleasing thing,
And to thy name, O thou most High,
due praise aloud to sing.
Thy loving-kindness to show forth
when shines the morning light;
And to declare thy faithfulness
with pleasure every night.
On a ten string-ed*** instrument,
upon the psaltery,
And on the harp with solemn sound,
and grave sweet melody.
For thou, Lord, by thy mighty works
have made my heart right glad;
And I will triumph in the works
which by thine hands were made.
How great, Lord, are thy works!
Each thought of thine how deep it is:
A brutish man it know-eth not;
fools understand not this.
It is that they for ever may
destroy-ed*** be and slain;
But thou, O Lord, are the most High,
forever to remain.
Those that within the house of God
are planted by his grace,
They shall grow up, and flourish all
in our God's holy place.
To show that upright is the Lord:
he is a rock to me;
And he from all unrighteousness
is altogether free.
Anonymous Christian Poetry
Public Domain