Poems (Toke)/Psalm XCVIII

by Emma 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.

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.

E.