1 THE depths of earth are in God's hand,
Her secret wealth at His command;
The strength of hills that reach the skies
Subjected to His empire lies.
2 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sovereign right is His;
'Tis mov'd by His almighty hand,
That form'd and fix'd the solid land.
3 O let us to His courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the LORD our Maker fall.
1 SING to the LORD a new-made song:
Let earth, in one assembled throng,
Her common Patron's praise resound.
Sing to the LORD, and bless His name,
From day to day His praise proclaim.
Who us has with salvation crown'd.
To heathen lands His fame rehearse,
His wonders to the universe.
2 He's great, and greatly to be prais'd;
In majesty and glory rais'd
Above all other deities.
For pageantry and idols all
Are they whom gods the heathen call:
He only rules who made the skies.
With majesty and honour crown'd,
Beauty and strength His throne surround:
1 Proclaim aloud, Jehovah reigns,
Whose pow'r the universe sustains,
And banish'd justice will restore.
Let, therefore, heav'n new joys confess,
And heav'nly mirth let earth express;
Its loud applause the ocean roar;
Its mute inhabitants rejoice,
And for this triumph find a voice.
2 For joy let fertile valleys sing,
The cheerful groves their tribute bring;
The tuneful choir of birds awake,
The LORD's approach to celebrate,
Who now sets out with awful state
His circuit thro' the earth to take.
From heav'n to judge the world He's come, With justice to reward and doom.
PSALM XCVII. (L. M.)
1 JEHOVAH reigns, let all the earth
In His just government rejoice:
Let all the isles with sacred mirth
In His applause unite their voice.
2 Darkness and clouds of awful shade
His dazzling glory shroud in state:
Justice and Truth His guards are made,
And fix'd by His pavilion wait.
3 The proudest hills His presence felt,
Their height nor strength could help afford;
The proudest hills like wax did melt,
In presence of th' Almighty LORD.
1 SING to the LORD a new-made song,
Who wond'rous things has done,
With His right-hand and holy arm
The conquest He has won.
2 The LORD has thro' th' astonish'd world
Display'd His saving might,
And made His righteous acts appear
In all the heathen's sight.
1 Let the wide earth's inhabitants
Their cheerful voices raise,
And all with universal joy
Resound their Maker's praise.
2 With harp and hymns, soft melody
Into the concert bring;
The trumpet and shrill cornet sound
Before th' Almighty King;
3 To welcome down the world's great Judge, Who does with justice come,
And with impartial equity
Both to reward and doom.
PSALM XCIX. (c. M.)
1 JEHOVAH reigns, let therefore all
The guilty nations quake:
On cherubs' wings He sits enthron'd :
Let earth's foundation shake.
2 Let therefore all with praise address
His great and dreadful name,
And with His unresisted might
His holiness proclaim.
1, 2 WITH One consent let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise;
Glad homage pay with awful mirth,
And sing before Him songs of praise.
3 Convinc'd that He is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed,
We whom He chooses for His own,
The flock that He vouchsafes to feed.
4 Oh, enter then His temple gate,
Thence to His courts devoutly press, And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still His name with praises bless; 5 For He's the LORD supremely good, His mercy is for ever sure e; His truth, which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure.
1 All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the LORD with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him, and rejoice.
2 The LORD, ye know, is God indeed,
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His flock; He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.
3 Oh! enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
4 For why? the LORD our God is good.
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.
1 THE strong foundations of the earth
Of old by Thee were laid;
Thy hands the beauteous arch of heav'n
With wond'rous skill have made:
2 Thou, LORD, for ever shalt endure;
They soon shall pass away,
And, like a garment often worn,
Shall tarnish and decay.
3 Like that, when Thou ordain'st their change, To Thy command they bend;
But Thou continuest still the same,
Nor have Thy years an end.
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