Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Sing to the Lord a new-made song; Let earth in one assembled throng Her common patron's praise resound. 2 Sing to the Lord, and bless his Name, from day to day his praise proclaim, Who us has with salvation crowned. 3 To heathen, lands his fame rehearse, his wonders to the universe. 4 He's great, and greatly to be praised ; in majesty and glory raised Above all other deities. 5 For pageantry and idols all are they whom gods the heathen call; He only rules who made the skies. 6 With majesty and honor crowned, beauty and strength his throne surround, 7 Be therefore both to him restored, by you who have false gods adored; Ascribe due honor to his Name: 8 Peace off'rings on his altar lay, before his throne your homage pay, Which he, and he alone, can claim. 9 To worship at his sacred court let all the trembling world resort, 10 Proclaim aloud, Jehovah reigns, whose pow'r the universe sustains, And banished justice will restore. 11 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. 12 For joy let fertile valleys sing, the cheerful groves their tribute bring; The tuneful choir of birds awake, 13 The Lord's approach to celebrate; who now sets out with awful state, His circuit through the earth to take. From heav'n to judge the world he's come, with justice to reward and doom.