Sing a song to the Lord, for he is good. 

Sing a song to the Lord, for he is good.

It is fitting to bless his holy name, 

Sing him anthems filled with praise

And to tell of his mercy with the dawn 

And of his truth in the night.

Praise the Lord with the lyre and the lute, 

With the murmur of the harp.

For the works of his hands I shout for joy 

O God how deep your designs.

Can the foolish, O Father, sing your praise? 

Evil doers ever thrive?

The discerning will flourish like a tree, 

Forever green, bearing fruit.

Though the wicked shall spring up like the grass, 

To destruction they are doomed.

But you, Lord, are eternally on high

You are my stronghold, my fortress.