SING to the Lord a new-made song,

SING to the Lord a new-made song, Who wondrous things has done; With His right hand and holy arm The conquest He has won.

The Lord has through th' astonish'd world Display'd His saving might, And made His righteous acts appear In all the heathen's sight.

Of Israel's house His love and truth Have ever mindful been; Wide earth's remotest parts the power

Let therefore earth's inhabitants Their cheerful voices raise, And all with universal joy Resound their Maker's praise.

Clap, clap your hands, ye rolling floods, And toss your waves on high; And all ye hills, with all your woods, Shout to the echoing sky.

Jehovah comes, He takes His state, He comes to judge mankind: On his high throne shall justice wait, And truth His sentence bind. First four Verses, Tate and Brady, Last two, Richard Mant,