Psalm 95 (Venite, exultemus)

Come, come Lett us with joyfull voice
Record and raise
Jehovas praise:
Come lett us in our safties rock rejoyce.
Into his presence lett us goe,
And there with psalmes our gladdnes show,
For he is God, a god most greate,
Above all gods, a king in kingly seate.

What lowest lies in earthy masse,
What highest stands,
Stands in his hands:
The sea is his, and he the sea-wright was.
He made the sea, he made the shore:
Come let us fall, lett us adore:
Come let us kneele with awfull grace
Before the Lord, the Lord our Makers face.

He is our God, he doth us keepe:
We by him ledd.
And by him fedd,
His people are, we are his pasture sheepe.
To day if he some speach will use,
Doe not, O doe not you refuse
With hardned hartes his voice to heare,
As Masha now, or Meribah it were.

Where me your fathers, God doth say,
Did angring move,
And tempting prove:
Yet oft had seene my workes before that day.
Twise twenty times my post the sun
His yearly race to end had run,
While this fond nation, bent to ill,
Did tempt, and try, and vex, and greeve me still.

Which when I saw, thus said I, loe,
These men are mad,
And too too bad
Erre in their harts; my waies they will not know.
Thus therefore unto them I sweare:
(I angry can noe more forbeare)
The rest for you I did ordaine,
I will soe work you never shall attaine.