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It is good to praise the Lord
And make music to Your name, O Most High
Proclaiming Your love in the morning
And Your faithfulness at night

To the music of the ten-stringed lyre
And the melody of the harp which my fingers run
For You make me glad by Your deeds, Lord
I sing for joy at what Your hands have done

How great are Your works, Lord
How profound Your thoughts and mighty Your hands!
Senseless people do not know
Fools do not understand

They do not understand
That though the wicked spring up like grass
And all evildoers flourish
They will be destroyed forever but righteous will never pass

But you, Lord, are forever exalted
For surely Your enemies, Lord
Surely Your enemies will perish
All evildoers will be scattered by Your, God, word

You have exalted my horn like that of a wild ox
Fine oils have been poured on me so I not to lose
My eyes have seen the defeat of my adversaries
My ears have heard the rout of my wicked foes

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree
They will like a cedar of Lebanon be
Planted in the house of the Lord
They will flourish in the courts of our God

They will still bear fruit in old age
They will stay fresh and green
Proclaiming, “The Lord is upright
He is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in Him”