PSALM XCVIII.

George Burgess

The Lord has told his saving might,
By highest heav'n adored;
And on the heathen's dazzled sight
His righteous beams has pour'd.

He thinks on all his truth and grace
To Israel sworn of old;
And his salvation's glorious trace
Our utmost shores behold.

Oh, shout and sing, ye realms of earth,
And thankful praise prolong;
Oh, wake to God the harp's high mirth,
The harp and voice of song.

Pour out the clarion's silver swell,
The trumpet's stormy tone;
The world's triumphant joy to tell
Before its Sov'reign's throne.

And let the peopled sea rejoice,
The earth, and all its lands;
The mighty hills lift high their voice,
The waters clap their hands.

So let them join, their Lord to greet,
Who comes with holy might,
To sit on judgment's awful seat,
And judge the world in right.