Ye nations round the earth, rejoiceBefore the Lord, your sovereign King,Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice;With all your tongues His glory sing.The Lord is God; ’tis He aloneDoth life and breath and being give;We are His work, and not our own;The sheep that on His pastures live.Enter His gates with songs of joy,With praises to His courts repair;And make it your divine employTo pay your thanks and honors there.The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;Great is His grace, His mercy sure;And the whole race of man shall findHis truth from age to age endure.Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David, 1719.