Oh, give thanks to the Lord, good all the way through,
With a love that keeps flowing, like skies painted blue.
Love wider than rivers, more boundless than skies,
It’s there when you’re joyful and there when you cry.
His kindness won’t crumble. His goodness won’t fade.
He’s the Maker of Meadows, the Sculptor of Shade.
When storms start to rumble or shadows appear,
His love stands unshaken—forever right here.
So shout it, dear children, from hills high and steep,
From the valleys down low to the oceans so deep.
For our God is so good. His mercy’s our song.
It will echo and echo … forever and ever long.
