Psalm 95

O Come, and let us to the Lord
shout, and sing joyfully,
And in our rock of health let us
rejoice triumphantly.
Let us into his presence now
make haste with thankful voice,
And to him well-composed Psalms
sing with a joyful noise.

Because this our Lord is a God
exceeding great and high,
And a great King, above all gods
in pow'r and Majesty.
Th'unsearched depths of all the earth
are in his pow'rful hand,
The strength of all the hills is his,
and by his might they stand.

The wide unruly sea is his,
he made it by his hand,
And by his power and decree,
he formed the dry land.
Come, let us worship and bow down,
before him let us fall,
And kneel before the Lord our God,
for he hath made us all.

He is our God, the people we
of his own pastures are,
And of his hand we are the sheep,
left to his only care.
To day if you will hear his voice,
then harden not your heart,
As in Masrah and Meribah,
ye did in the desart.

When your forefathers tempted me,
though they my pow'r did prove,
In my great works which I them shew'd,
and wonders from above.
Forty years long I grieved was
with those men, and I said,
This people hath not known my ways,
but in their hearts have straid.

Wherefore to them, when kindled was
my wrath within my breast,
I sware they should not enter in
to Canaan my rest.