PSALM XCV.

George Burgess

O come, and let our songs accord,
To bless our God, the only Lord;
For, high o'er ev'ry worshipp'd throne,
The Lord our God is Lord alone.

The earth's wide bounds are in his hand;
And by his strength the mountains stand;
He laid the sea's unfathom'd bed,
And far the shore's fair landscape spread.

Oh, come, and let us lowly fall,
And on our Maker kneeling call;
For he is still our God and Rock,
And we his people and his flock.

Today, today, his voice but hear!
\"Oh, close not fast your heart and ear,
As when of old your fathers' pride
So long my ling'ring wrath defied.

As on their desert march they mov'd,
My works they saw, mine arm they prov'd;
And forty years their guilt I bore,
Till that brief race was seen no more.

For thus I spake and sware in wrath,
'They will not choose my holy path;
Their heart from crime no more will cease.
They shall not tread my land of peace.'\"