Psalm 95

Words: Isaac Watts

(Note, this page also contains Short Metre and Long Metre versions

A Psalm before prayer.

   1  Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,
         And in his strength rejoice;
      When his salvation is our theme,
         Exalted be our voice.

   2  With thanks approach his awful sight,
         And psalms of honor sing;
      The Lord's a God of boundless might,
         The whole creation's King.

   3  Let princes hear, let angels know,
         How mean their natures seem,
      Those gods on high and gods below,
         When once compared with him.

   4  Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
         Lies in his spacious hand;
      He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
         And where the hills must stand.

   5  Come, and with humble souls adore,
         Come, kneel before his face;
      O may the creatures of his power
         Be children of his grace!

   6  Now is the time; he bends his ear,
         And waits for your request;
      Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear,
         "Ye shall not see my rest."


A Psalm before sermon.

   1     Come, sound his praise abroad,
         And hymns of glory sing;
      Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
         The universal King.

   2     He formed the deeps unknown;
         He gave the seas their bound;
      The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
         And all the solid ground.

   3     Come, worship at his throne;
         Come, bow before the Lord:
      We are his works, and not our own;
         He formed us by his word.

   4     To-day attend his voice,
         Nor dare provoke his rod;
      Come, like the people of his choice,
         And own your gracious God.

   5     But if your ears refuse
         The language of his grace,
      And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews,
         That unbelieving race;

   6     The Lord, in vengeance dressed,
         Will lift his hand and swear,
      "You that despise my promised rest
         Shall have no portion there."


v. 1--8, 6--11.
Canaan lost through unbelief; or, A warning to delaying sinners.
   1  Come, let our voices join to raise
      A sacred song of solemn praise;
      God is a sov'reign King, rehearse
      His honors in exalted verse.

   2  Come, let our souls address the Lord,
      Who framed our natures with his word;
      He is our Shepherd; we the sheep
      His mercy chose, his pastures keep.

   3  Come, let us hear his voice to-day,
      The counsels of his love obey;
      Nor let our hardened hearts renew
      The sins and plagues that Isr'el knew.

   4  Isr'el, that saw his works of grace,
      Yet tempt their Maker to his face;
      A faithless, unbelieving brood,
      That tried the patience of their God.

   5  Thus saith the Lord: "How false they prove
      Forget my power, abuse my love!
      Since they despise my rest, I swear,
      Their feet shall never enter there."

   6  Look back, my soul, with holy dread,
      And view those ancient rebels dead;
      Attend the offered grace to-day,
      Nor lose the blessing by delay.

   7  Seize the kind promise while it waits,
      And march to Zion's heav'nly gates:
      Believe, and take the promised rest;
      Obey, and be forever blessed.

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