95. O come, loud anthems let us sing

1 O come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our almighty King:
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's rock we praise.

2 Into his presence let us haste
To thank him for his favours past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.

3 For God the Lord, enthron'd in state,
Is with unrivaled glory, great;
A King superior far to all,
Whom gods the heathen falsely call.

4 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command:
The strength of hills that threat the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.

5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sov'reign right is his:
'Tis mov'd by his almighty hand,
That form'd and fix'd the solid land.

6 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
With humble souls adore his grace,
And kneel before our Maker's face.

7 For he's our God, our Shepherd he;
His flock and pasture-sheep are we.
If then you'll (like his flock) draw near,
To-day if you his voice will hear.

8 Let not your harden'd hearts renew
Your Father's crimes and kudgments too;
Nor here provoke my wrath, as they
In desart plains of Meribah.

9 When through the wilderness they mov'd,
And me with fresh temptations prov'd:
They still, through unbelief, rebell'd,
While they my wond'rous works beheld.

10 They forty years my patience griev'd,
Though daily I their wants reliev'd.
Then — 'Tis a faithless race, I said,
Whose heart from me has always stray'd.

11 They ne'er will tread my righteous path:
Therefore to them, in settled wrath,
Since they despis'd my rest, I sware,
That they should never enter there.

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First Line: O come, loud anthems let us sing
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
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