Psalm 100 (Jubilate Deo)

O all you landes, the treasures of your joy,
In merry shout upon the Lord bestow:
Your service cheerfully on him imploy,
With triumph song into his presence goe.
Know first that he is God; and after know
This God did us, not we our selves create:
We are his flock, for us his feedings grow:
We are his folk, and he upholds our state.
With thankfullnesse O enter then his gate:
Make through each porch of his your praises ring,
All good, all grace, of his high name relate,
He of all grace and goodnesse is the spring.
Tyme in noe termes his mercy comprehends,
From age to age his truth it self extends.