By A Collection of Hymns
7s & 6s. Psalm xcviii.
1 SING we to our conquering Lord
A new triumphant song;
Joyfully his deeds record,
And with a thankful tongue!
Wonders his right hand hath wrought.
Still his outstretched arm we see;
He alone the fight hath fought,
And got the victory.
2 God, the almighty God, hath made
His great salvation known;
Openly to all displayed
His glory in his Son:
Christ hath brought the life to light,
Bade the glorious gospel shine,
Showed in all the heathen's sight
His righteousness divine.
3 He to Israel's chosen race
His promise hath fulfilled:
Mindful of his word of grace
His saving health revealed:
He to all the sons of men
Hath his truth and mercy showed;
Earth's remotest bounds have seen
The pardoning love of God.
4 Make a loud and cheerful noise
To him that reigns above;
Earth, with all thy sons, rejoice
In the Redeemer's love:
Raise your songs of triumph high,
Bring him every tuneful strain,
Praise the Lord who stooped to die,
To ransom wretched man.
5 Him with lute and harp record,
With shawms and trumpets praise;
Sing, rejoice, before the Lord,
And glory in his grace:
Hymn his grace, and truth, and power;
Give him thanks, rejoice, and sing;
Praise him, praise him evermore,
And triumph with your King.
6 Ocean, roar, with all thy waves,
In honour of his name;
He who all creation saves
Doth all their homage claim:
Clap your hands, ye floods! Ye hills,
Joyful all his praise rehearse;
Praise him till his glory fills
The vocal universe!
7 Lo! he comes with clouds! he comes
In dreadful pomp arrayed!
All his glorious power assumes,
To judge the world he made:
Righteous shall his sentence be:
Think of that tremendous bar!
Every eye the Judge shall see,
And thou shalt meet him there!
