Psalm 100

REioyce in God, yee Nations,
In chearfulnes, adore him;
With ioyfull acclamations,
Present your Selves before him:
For, God the Lord, did make vs,
No hand therein had wee;
He, for his flock doth take vs,
His Pasture-sheep wee be.

His Gates & Courts, possesse yee,
To thanck him, goe yee thither;
His Name, with gladnes blesse yee,
And sing his praise togither:
For, God is kinde, for ever,
His grace, he freely daignes;
His Truth, will faile vs never,
For, endles, it remaines,

Another of the same.
OH! all yee Kingdomes, praise the Lord,
Before him, let your Ioy be showne:
With singing, let him be ador'd;
And, for your God, let him be knowne.

He made vs, & his owne wee be,
His Flock, & pasture-sheep wee are;
His Gates, & Courts, then, enter yee,
And, give him thancks, & praises there.

Yea, praise him, & his Name confesse:
For, in the Lord, all good resides;
His Mercies, & his Faithfulnes
Throughout all Ages, firme abides.