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

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

Let princes hear, let angels know
How mean their natures seem
Those gods on high, and gods below
When once compar'd with him

Earth with its caverns dark and deep
Lies in his spacious hand
He fix'd the seas what bounds to keep
And where the hills must stand

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

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.'