Psalm 95

Come Sing the great Jehovah's Praise,
Whose Mercies have prolong'd our Dayes;
Sing with a joyfull voyce.
With bending Knees, and raised Eyes
Adore your God: ô sacrifice;
In sacred Hymnes rejoyce.

Great is the God of our Defence,
Transcending all in eminence:
His Hand the Earth sustaines;
The Depths, the loftie Mountaines made;
The Land and liquid Plaines displaid,
And curbs them with his Reines.

O come, before his Foot-stoole fall,
Our onely God, who form'd us all;
Through Stormes of danger led.
He is our Shepheard, we his Sheepe;
His Hands from Wolves and Rapine keepe,
In pleasant Pastures fed.

The Voice of God thus spake this Day;
Repine not as at Meribah,
As in the Wildernesse:
Where your Fore-fathers tempted me;
Who did my Workes of Wonder see,
And to their shame confesse.

When vex't for fortie yeares, I said;
This People in their hearts have strai'd;
Rebellious to command:
To whom I in my Anger swore,
That Death should seise on them, before
They knew this pleasant Land.