Psalms 95-96

Psalm 95 (2 of 3)

1 COME, sound His praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing;

Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.

2 He form'd the deeps unknown;

He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all His own, And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at His throne;

Come, bow before the Lord:

We are His works, and not our own;

He form'd us by His word.

4 To-day attend His voice, Nor dare provoke His rod;

Come, like the people of His choice, And own your gracious God.

5 But if your ears refuse The language of His grace, And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race:

6 The Lord in vengeance dress'd. Will lift His hand and swear, "You that despise My promised rest Shall have no portion there."

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 95 (3 of 3)

1 O COME, loud anthems let us sing;

Give thanks to our Almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise.

2 Yea, let us stand before His face To thank Him for His matchless grace; To Him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to His name belongs.

3 For God, the Lord, enthroned in state, Is with unrivall'd glory great: The strength of earth is in His hand, He made the sea, and fix'd the land.

4 Oh, let us to His courts repair, And bow with adoration there;

Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord our Maker fall.

Tate and Brady, 1696, a.

Psalm 96

1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue; His new discover'd grace demands A new and nobler song.

2 Say to the nations, "Jesus reigns, God's own Almighty Son; His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds His throne."

3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day;

Joy through the earth be seen:

Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green.

4 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea:

Ye mountains sink, ye valleys rise, Prepare the Lord His way:

5 Behold He comes! He comes to bless The nations as their God; To show the world His righteousness, And send His truth abroad.

6 But when His voice shall raise the dead, And bid the world draw near, How will the guilty nations dread To see their Judge appear!

Isaac Watts, 1719.