PSALME XCVII.
As the 8.
O Earth! joy in Jehovah's Raigne;
You numerous Iles, claspt by the Maine.
Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold.
Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold.
VVho fierie Darts before him throwes;
VVith winged flames consumes his Foes.
His Lightning made a Day of Night;
Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight.
The Mountaines at his Presence sweat,
Like pliant VVax dissolv'd with Heat;
At his Descension from the Skie,
VVho rules the VVorlds great Monarchie.
The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse;
His Glorie wondering men confesse.
Let those with shame to Hell descend,
VVhose Knees to cursed Idols bend;
VVhose rockes for Deities implore:
O all you gods, our God adore.
Rejoycing Sion heard her King:
Her Daughters of his Judgements sing.
Thou art exalted above all
Mankinde, and Pow'rs Angelicall.