It’s the season of Thanksgiving, and of course Thanksgiving makes no sense without someone to direct our thanks toward. So it’s the season of Thanksgiving to the Lord God. As you thank Him this year, for your family, your friends, your possessions, your home, your freedoms, your job, your health, your church, your school (on and on we can go!), remember to thank Him for who He is and what He has done for you. God Himself is the greatest gift, who gives Himself away to us freely and generously through His Son Jesus Christ.
I love the hymns and psalms of Isaac Watts. I have found few other human creations that inspire such devotion and thanksgiving. Here is Watts’s metrical rendition of Psalm 147. I hope it inspires in you the same thankful frame of mind that it does in me.
Psalm 147, Part 1
Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to his name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.
He formed the stars, those heav’nly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom’s vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
Great is our Lord, and great his might;
And all his glories infinite:
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.
Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds all round the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
What is the creature’s skill or force,
The sprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.
But saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.