PSALM XCVI.

George Burgess

Tell all the world his wond'rous ways;
Tell ev'ry heathen land and ear;
Great is the Lord, and great his praise,
O'er all the gods that mortals fear.

The heathen gods are idols vain;
He made the heav'ns, and he supports:
And light and honour lead his train,
And strength and beauty fill his courts.

Give to the Lord, ye tribes and tongues,
Give to the Lord his praise and state;
Give to the Lord your heav'nliest songs,
And come with gifts, and throng his gate.

Oh, fear and bow in sacred grace,
And tell each land, that God is King:
He fix'd the world's unchanging base,
And he its righteous doom shall bring.

Let heav'n be glad, let earth rejoice,
The peopled ocean toss and roar,
The plenteous fields lift high their voice,
The wood's wild hymn in thunder soar.

So let them hail their sovereign God;
For lo, he comes, he comes with might,
To wield the sceptre and the rod,
To judge the world with truth and right.