Poor Bishop Hooper
Psalm 147
[Chorus]
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
Oh, how good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise to our God

[Verse 1]
For the Lord builds up Jerusalem
Brings all the outcasts home again
He heals the broken hearted
He binds up their wounds
Every single star He's counted then
How great His power, abundant
Understanding beyond measurement
He lifts up the humble
Casts the wicked down
[Chorus]
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God, God, God, God

[Verse 2]
He gives clouds to the heavens
Brings up the grass on the mountains
He gives food to the animals
When they cry He feeds their young
Oh, He takes no delight in the horse's strength
Takes no delight in a man's legs
He takes delight in those who fear Him
And hope in His love

[Chorus]
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God
How good it is
How good it is
To sing praise
To our God