Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 To God, our never-failing strength, with loud applauses sing; And jointly make a cheerful noise to Jacob's awful King. 2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch your instruments of joy Let psalteries and pleasant harps your grateful skill employ. 3 Let trumpets at the great new moon their joyful voices raise, To celebrate th' appointed time, the solemn day of praise. 4 For this a statute was of old, which Jacob's God decreed. To be with pious care observed by Israel's chosen seed. 5 This he for a memorial fixed, when freed from Egypt's land; Strange nations' barb'rous speech we heard, but could not understand. 6 "Your burdened shoulders I relieved, (thus seems our God to say,) Your servile hands by me were freed from lab'ring in the clay. 7 "Your ancestors, with wrongs oppressed, to me for aid did call; With pity I their suff'rings saw, and set them free from all. "They sought for me, and from the cloud in thunder I replied; At Meriba's contentious stream their faith and duty tried.
The Second Part
8 "While I my solemn will declared, my chosen people, hear: if thou, O Israel, to my words wilt lend thy list'ning ear; 9 "Then shall no god besides myself within thy coasts be found; Nor shalt thou worship any god of all the nations round. 10 "The Lord thy God am I, who thee brought forth from Egypt's land: Tis I that all thy just desires supply with lib'ral hand." 11 But they, my chosen race, refused to hearken to my voice; Nor would rebellious Israel's sons make me their happy choice. 12 So I, provoked, resigned them up to every lust a prey, And in their own perverse designs permitted them to stray. 13 O that my people wisely would my just commandments heed! And Israel in my righteous ways with pious care proceed! 14 Then should my heavy judgements fall on all that them o9ppose, And my avenging hand be turned against their num'rous foes. 15 Their enemies and mine should all before my footstool bend; But as for them, their happy state should never know an end. 16 All parts with plenty should abound; with finest wheat their field: The barren rocks, to please their taste, should richest honey yield.