Psalm 100

Words: Isaac Watts

Long Metre

A plain translation. Praise to our Creator.

   1  Ye nations round the earth, rejoice
      Before the Lord, your sov'reign King;
      Serve him with cheerful heart and voice,
      With all your tongues his glory sing.

   2  The Lord is God; 'tis he alone
      Doth life, and breath, and being give;
      We are his work, and not our own,
      The sheep that on his pastures live.

   3  Enter his gates with songs of joy,
      With praises to his courts repair;
      And make it your divine employ
      To pay your thanks and honors there.

   4  The Lord is good, the Lord is kind,
      Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
      And the whole race of man shall find
      His truth from age to age endure.

A paraphrase.

   1  Sing to the Lord with joyful voice,
      Let ev'ry land his name adore;
      The British isles shall send the noise
      Across the ocean to the shore.

   2  Nations, attend before his throne
      With solemn fear, with sacred joy;
      Know that the Lord is God alone;
      He can create and he destroy.

   3  His sov'reign power, without our aid,
      Made us of clay and formed us men;
      And when, like wand'ring sheep, we strayed,
      He brought us to his fold again.

   4  We are his people, we his care,
      Our souls and all our mortal frame:
      What lasting honors shall we rear,
      Almighty Maker, to thy name?

   5  We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
      High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
      And earth with her ten thousand tongues
      Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

   6  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.

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