Gerry Rzeppa - Psalm 107 Lyrics

Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness
And the wonderful works he does for the children of men
They wander around with no place to stay
Hungry and thirsty and weak
But they cry to the Lord and he shows them the way
And he gives the earth to the meek
Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness
And the wonderful works he does for the children of men
They sit in darkness and affliction and doubt
In labor sorrow and pains
But they cry to the Lord and he brings them out
And breaks the bonds of their chains
Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness
And the wonderful works he does for the children of men
They sin and blaspheme fools that they are
Nothing but trouble and strife
But they cry to the Lord and he hears from afar
And he takes them from death into life
Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness
And the wonderful works he does for the children of men
They sail on the seas as far as they please
'til wind and waves make them fear
Then they cry to the Lord and he quiets the storm
And he brings them safe to their pier
Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness
And the wonderful works he does for the children of men
They live wicked lives and corrupt their city
Their fields and their trees go bare
Then they cry to the Lord and the Lord has pity
And he takes them back in his care
Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness
And the wonderful works he does for the children of men
He puts down the high and lifts up the low
The wicked all lose their voice
When they cry to the Lord he takes up his bow
And the righteous watch and rejoice
Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness
And the wonderful works he does for the children of men