Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
It is good to praise the Lord and make
Music to Your name, O God, most high
To proclaim Your love in the morning
Your faithfulness at night to the song of the heart
For You make me glad, Lord, by Your deeds
And I sing for joy in all You do
How great are the works, Lord, of Your hands
And how very deep are all Your thoughts
The senseless man he does not know
And the fool won't understand
He won't understand
And though the wicked rise like grass
And the evildoers thrive, they will be destroyed
But You are exalted, Lord, forever
And surely Your enemies will fall
You are exalted, Lord, forever (forever exalted)
And surely Your enemies will fall
Evildoers will be scattered
Evildoers will be scattered