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PSALM XCVIII.

Sing to the God whom we adore;
O sing, in lays unheard before,
The Mercies shown us from above,
The Wonders of redeeming Love:
His Hand, exerted in our aid,
His Hand those Wonders has display'd;
His holy Arm Salvation sends,
And Conquest on its stroke attends.
His Justice through the World has shin'd;
His Truth, with endless Mercy join'd,
Now seals the promise of his Grace
To faithful Abraham's chosen Race;
And Earth, to just obedience aw'd,
Has own'd her Saviour and her God.
Ye distant Realms, your voice employ
In shouts of gratitude and joy:
Let hymns of rapture swell each throat;
Call from the harp th' according note;
On the shrill trump your mirth prolong,
And sound the cornet to the song.
To Him who claims th' eternal sway,
To Him the vocal tribute pay:
Him let the hoarse-resounding Tide,
With All that in its depths reside,
Praise, thank, and bless, in loudest strains;
Him Earth, and All whom Earth sustains.
Ye Floods, triumphant clap the hand;
Ye cloud-topt Hills, exulting stand;
See, thron'd aloft in awful state,
While Man's whole Race his sentence wait,
The Judge supreme his scale assume;
And Equity directs the Doom.