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Chapter 48 of 146

Psalms 100

2 min read · Chapter 48 of 146

 

Psalm 100 (1 of 4)

 

1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy;

Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can create and He destroy.

 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay and form'd us men, And when like wandering sheep we stray'd, He brought us to His fold again.

 

3 We are His people, we His care, Our souls and all our mortal frame;

What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name?

 

4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

 

5 Wide as the world is Thy command;

Vast as eternity Thy love;

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

 

Psalm 100 (2 of 4)

 

1 ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;

Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell;

Come ye before Him and rejoice.

 

2 Know that the Lord is God indeed;

Without our aid He did us make;

We are His flock, He doth us feed; And for His sheep He doth us take.

 

3 O enter then His gates with praise, Approach with joy His courts unto:

Praise, laud, and bless His name always, For it is seemly so to do.

 

4 For why? the Lord our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure.

William Kethe, 1562

 

Psalm 100 (3 of 4)

 

1 WITH one consent let all the earth To God their cheerful voices raise;

Glad homage pay with awful mirth, And sing before Him songs of praise.

 

2 Convinced that He is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed;

We, whom He chooses for His own, The flock that He vouchsafes to feed.

 

3 O enter then His temple-gate, Thence to His courts devoutly press, And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still His name with praises bless.

 

4 For He's the Lord, supremely good, His mercy is for ever sure; His truth, which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure.

Tate and Brady, 1698.

 

 

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