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!
