PSAL. xcviij.
[verse 1] THE Lord, who wondrous Works hath wrought,
With Anthems new proclaim!
His Hand, his holy Arm, hath brought
Himself the Conqu'ror's Name.
[verse 2] He makes his great Salvation known,
To give the Nations Light:
His Righteousness the Lord hath shown,
In all the People's Sight.
[verse 3] His Mercies he hath call'd to mind,
His Truth to Israel's Race:
And all those Bounds which Earth consin'd,
His Saving Health embrace.
[verse 4] Sing to the Lord, ô Earth! aloud!
Sing chearful Notes around!
The Lord, among the grateful Croud,
The Lord's just Praise resound.
[verse 5-6] To God, with Harps, your, Voices raise,
And Trumpets Martial Sound:
With ecchoing Cornets let the Praise
Of God, the King, be crown'd!
[verse 7] Let Seas, with all their Fulness, roar!
The World, and all its Host!
[verse 8] In Him each River's sounding Shoar,
And lofty Mountain boast!
[verse 9] For now the Lord to Judgment's near,
And Earth its Doom shall know:
His Righteousness the World shall hear,
His Truth and Justice show.