Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
1All lands to God in joyful sounds,
aloft your voices raise.
2Sing forth the honour of his name,
and glorious make his praise.
3Say unto God, How terrible
in all thy works art thou!
Through thy great pow'r thy foes to thee
shall be constrain'd to bow.
4All on the earth shall worship thee,
they shall thy praise proclaim
In songs: they shall sing cheerfully
unto thy holy name.
5Come, and the works that God hath wrought
with admiration see:
In's working to the sons of men
most terrible is he.
6Into dry land the sea he turn'd,
and they a passage had;
Ev'n marching through the flood on foot,
there we in him were glad.
7He ruleth ever by his pow'r;
his eyes the nations see:
O let not the rebellious ones
lift up themselves on high.
8Ye people, bless our God; aloud
the voice speak of his praise:
9Our soul in life who safe preserves,
our foot from sliding stays.
10For thou didst prove and try us, Lord,
as men do silver try;
11Brought'st us into the net,
and mad'st bands on our loins to lie.
12Thou hast caus'd men ride o'er our heads;
and though that we did pass
Through fire and water, yet thou brought'st
us to a wealthy place.
13I'll bring burnt off 'rings to thy house;
to thee my vows I'll pay,
14Which my lips utter'd, my mouth spake,
when trouble on me lay.
15Burnt-sacrifices of fat rams
with incense I will bring;
Of bullocks and of goats I will
present an offering.
16All that fear God, come, hear, I'll tell
what he did for my soul.
17I with my mouth unto him cry'd,
my tongue did him extol.
18If in my heart I sin regard,
the Lord me will not hear:
19But surely God me heard,
and to my prayer's voice gave ear.
20O let the Lord, our gracious God,
for ever blessed be,
Who turned not my pray'r from him,
nor yet his grace from me.