Psalm 97

O Earth! joy in Jehovah's Raigne;
You numerous Iles, claspt by the Maine.
Him rolling Clouds and Shades infold.
Judgement and Truth his Throne uphold.
Who fierie Darts before him throwes;
With winged flames consumes his Foes.
His Lightning made a Day of Night;
Earth trembled at so fear'd a sight.
The Mountaines at his Presence sweat,
Like pliant Wax dissolv'd with Heat;
At his Descension from the Skie,
Who rules the Worlds great Monarchie.
The Heavens declare his Righteousnesse;
His Glorie wondering men confesse.
Let those with shame to Hell descend,
Whose Knees to cursed Idols bend;
Whose rockes for Deities implore:
O all you gods, our God adore.
Rejoycing Sion heard her King:
Her Daughters of his Judgements sing.
Thou art exalted above all
Mankinde, and Pow'rs Angelicall.
Those Saints thy shady Wings protect,
Who Sin abhorre, and thee affect.
For thou hast sown the Seeds of Light,
And joy, which shall invest th'Vpright.
You Just, your joyfull Hearts elate;
His blest Memoriall celebrate.