Psalm 95

O Come, sing we a song,
A joyfull noise be made:
With joint accord,
Before the LORD,
Our rock of saving aid:
Into his presence throng,
Hearts truly thankfull bring:
And make a noise
Exciting joyes,
Sweet Psalms unto him sing.
Great King, great God he is,
Whose pow'r all Gods transcends:
The spacious lands
Are in his hands,
The deeps he comprehends.
The strength of hills is his.
The Sea in his command:
He made the same,
His hands did frame
The dry and solid land.
O come bow down all we,
Before him let us fall:
Let us adore
And kneel before
The Lord that made us all.
Our God and Shepheard's he,
His folk and flock are we:
This day give ear
His voice to hear,
If yee obedient be.
And harden not your heart,
As once at Meribah
Yee did transgress
In Wilderness,
In that temptation day.
As in the desert part
Your fathers tempted me,
And prov'd my might
Each Israelite,
My wonders they did see.
I forty yeers was griev'd
With this lewd race, and said,
They are indeed
An erring seed
In heart and judgement straid.
Nor known nor have believ'd,
Wherefore I sware in wrath,
And did protest
That to my rest
They should not tread the path.