Pastor Jeff O’ Neil
Recommended Tune: Gainsborough, Bishopthorpe
¹All lands to God in joyful sounds,
Aloft your voices raise.
²Sing forth the honour of his name,
And glorious make his praise.
³Say unto God, How terrible
In all thy works art thou!
Through thy great pow’r thy foes to thee
Shall be constrain’d to bow.
⁴All on the earth shall worship thee,
They shall thy praise proclaim
In songs: they shall sing cheerfully
Unto thy holy name.
⁵Come, and the works that God hath wrought
With admiration see:
In ‘s working to the sons of men
Most terrible is he.
⁶Into dry land the sea he turn’d,
And they a passage had;
Ev’n marching through the flood on foot,
There we in him were glad.
⁷He ruleth ever by his pow’r;
His eyes the nations see:
O let not the rebellious ones
Lift up themselves on high.
⁸Ye people, bless our God; aloud
The voice speak of his praise:
⁹Our soul in life who safe preserves,
Our foot from sliding stays.
¹⁰For thou didst prove and try us, Lord,
As men do silver try;
¹¹Brought’st us into the net, and mad’st
Bands on our loins to lie.
¹²Thou hast caus’d men ride o’er our heads;
And though that we did pass
Through fire and water, yet thou brought’st
Us to a wealthy place.
¹³I’ll bring burnt off’rings to thy house;
To thee my vows I’ll pay,
¹⁴Which my lips utter’d, my mouth spake,
When trouble on me lay.
¹⁵Burnt–sacrifices of fat rams
With incense I will bring;
Of bullocks and of goats I will
Present an offering.
¹⁶All that fear God, come, hear, I’ll tell
What he did for my soul.
¹⁷I with my mouth unto him cried,
My tongue did him extol.
¹⁸If in my heart I sin regard,
The Lord me will not hear:
¹⁹But surely God me heard, and to
My prayer’s voice gave ear.
²⁰O let the Lord, our gracious God,
For ever blessed be,
Who turned not my pray’r from him,
Nor yet his grace from me.