Poems (Toke)/Psalm XCVIII
ING to the Lord! oh, raise the song! Great things His power hath done;His own right hand, His holy arm, The victory hath won.
PSALM XCVIII.
ING to the Lord! oh, raise the song! Great things His power hath done;His own right hand, His holy arm, The victory hath won.The Lord hath made His mercy known On every distant shore,And heathen lands at length have seen His righteousness and power.
Oh, Israel! He hath called to mind His love and truth to thee;And every clime, from pole to pole, Shall His salvation see.
Let all the earth sublimely raise To Him the joyful sound,And let the strains of triumph roll The spacious earth around.
Sing to the Lord with harp and lute, Oh! raise the grateful song;The praises of our God and King Let every voice prolong.
Let all the earth, and all who dwell Within its spacious ring,Conspire to raise their voices high, To bless our God and King.
He comes! He comes to judge the world, With righteousness and power;He comes, with glory clad, to reign On earth for evermore.
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